Respect the dead You will be joining them soon Honour your mother and father And all of the folks On the moon In watery handwriting scattered in drops On my window pane He wrote: “I am the weathervane I’m the man who loves the rain” Don’t last too long The world changes under your feet Life is eternal life is so brief and Life is so sweet Sweeter than even a fox in a hole Or a thought in a brain. He wrote: “I am the weathervane Swaying with every feeling that hits me again and again I’m the man who loves the rain The man who loves the rain” You have two graves Your name’s on both of them I like to keep people guessing as well when I’m close to them I have two clouds Both of them hard to contain One of them showers the flowers The other one bursts into flames I am the weathervane Love me or leave me You have to believe me I’ll jump your train I’m the man who loves the rain The man who loves the rain Don’t try to go Don’t try to remain I’m the man who loves the rain