Let's teach our children to sing
We'll not forget, in stone they're set
They tell us, it doesn't exist!
Man-made rain is falling down upon our towns
Now bitter seeds grow here in the fields
There's fire in the water for eternity
O children dear, O what a state your garden's in
Broken like a boat upon the sea
But if there is hope it lies inside
Man-made rain is falling down upon our towns