♪ Turn on the weather, man, just death of the blues I need it, sweet rain to wash away my blues Look at the chart, but I look in vain Heavy cloud, but no rain Back in time with Louis X, we wondered At the corner of the people, he was number one He'd be the bluest blood they'd ever seen When the king said hi to the guillotine The wrong astrologer was run out of breath He thought that maybe the rain was the smoothest death He'd look in the sky, but he'd look in vain Heavy cloud, but no rain Well, the land was cracking and the river was dry All the crops were dying when they ought to be high So to save his farm from the bankers' draft The farmer took out a book on some old witchcraft He made a spell and a potion out of midsummer night He killed a brindled calf in the pale moonlight He prayed to the sky, but he prayed in vain Heavy cloud, but no rain Heavy cloud, but no rain Heavy cloud, but no rain The sun won't shine till the clouds are gone The clouds won't pour till the work is done And every morning you hear me pray If only it would rain today Well, I asked my baby if there'd be some way She said she'd save her love for a rainy day Look in the sky, but look in vain Heavy cloud, but no rain Heavy cloud, but no rain Heavy cloud, but no rain Heavy cloud, but no rain Heavy cloud, but no rain Heavy cloud, but no rain