By Harry Nilsson / Bill Martin
First day in August, the last rain was in May
When the Rainmaker came to Kansas is the middle of a dusty day
Said the Rainmaker to the people, tell me what you are prepared to pay
Said the Rainmaker to the people, now I'll conjure up some rain today.
Ninety degrees neath the trees where it's shady
Hundred and ten in the hot sun
Heat from the street burns the feet of the ladies
See how they run
Call down the lightning by mystical name
And the Rainmaker called on the thunder and it suddenly began to rain
And the Rainmctker passed his hat to the people, but the people all turned away
And the Rainmaker's eyes and the Kansas skies well they both became a darker grey.
First day of August, the last rain was in May
When the Rainmaker came to Kansas in the middle of a dusty day
The Rainmaker smiled as he hitched up his wagon and without a word he rode away
And the people of the town heard the sound of his laughter
And they knew the rain had come to stay
Rain rain go away, come again another day.