Mom and Dad have worked the fields I don't know how many years I'm just a boy but I know how And go to school when work is slow We have seen our country's roads Bakersfield to Illinois And when troubles come our way Oh yeah, I've seen my daddy pray There's something wrong with little sister I hear her cryin' by my side Mama's shakin' as she holds her We try to hold her through the night And Mom says close your eyes, mi hijito Dream of some place far from here Like the pictures in your school books Someday you can take us there There must be something in the rain I'm not sure just what that means I believe the talks of sins of man The dust that's in our hands There must be something in the rain Well what else could cause this pain Those airplanes cure the plants so things can grow Oh no, there must be something in the rain Little sister's gone away Mama's workin' long again And me, I think I understand About our life, about our land Well talkers talk and dreamers dream I will find a place between I'm afraid but I believe I'm afraid but I believe That we can change these hurting fields Cause there's something in the rain But there's more here in our hands Welita's right about the sins of man Whose prophets raped the land And the rains are pouring down From the growers to the towns And until we break the killing chains There's something in the rain