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 crying by my side

Mama's shaking as she holds her

We try to hold her through the night And Mom says, Close you eyes, mijito

Dream of someplace far from here

Like the pictures in your schoolbooks

Someday you can take us there There must be something in the rain

I'm not sure just what that means

Abuelita talks of sins of man

Of 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, it must be something in the rain Little sister's gone away

Mama's working 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

That we can change these hurting fields 'Cause there's something in the rain

But there's more here in our hands

'Buelita's right about the sins of man

Who's profits rape 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