Green are the streetsThe asphalt is glisteningWhen the dust of the dayShall be washed awayThe windows are closedAnd the rain is drippingFrom sill to sillAnd down to the groundWhen the May rain comesVery young are the leavesOf the trees and the shrubsAnd tiny flowers growIn the roadside ditchThe laughter of the childWho’s jumping into puddlesWhilst the water tricklesRight over his faceWhen the May rain comesThis is the morning of the yearA rainy green smileAfter a long gloomyPale winter nightThe shouting of the childMelts into rustlingWhen the heavy rainRushes from on highWhen the May rain comesAll of this shall be washed awayWhen the May rain comes…