Авторы: Alison Krauss, Alison Brown
Well, the rain is apourin' down in a fury, And the road is lookin' long, And the only thing that comes to mind Is the tune of this sad song. Tune of this sad song! Oh Lord! Well, the wind is acreepin' up my back, Through the door, through the roof, through the window crack. Tossin' and a-turnin' all night long To the rhythm and the sound of a saddened song. Saddened song! Oh Lord! In a dream of passion I saw a face Of a beautiful woman in a terrible place. She looked at me, and she called for you, Then she closed her eyes and she sang this tune. Sang this tune! Oh Lord!