I hear in the distance the old spirits chats,
The Cherokee in me has a rain dance,
Some where deep in my soul,
I wash away the pain,
I know things grow in the rain.
Maybe I'm a old heart of romance,
The Cherokee in me has a rain dance.
I play in the rain when I get a chance.
I wash away the pain.
I know things grow in the rain.
Mist is in my eyes ,but that's all right,
Let the rain fall tonight,
Angels have sent a kiss,
to someone they miss ,
Sometime I see a angel's glance,
in the mist of our pain.
I know things grow in the rain.