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