Rain falls from heaven and we catch it on our tongues br We laugh a proper laugh br Noses are cold br Hand stuffed in pockets to keep off the chill br We laugh a proper laugh br br Walking and talking br We laugh a proper laugh br A boat passes and we stand still to watch br It passes us by br Like the years since your first cry br And we laugh a proper laugh br br Sticks are thrown br Flowers are picked br And we laugh a proper laugh br We walk heads flung back mouths wide open br To catch br Rain that falls from heavenbr br Natasha Edwardsbr br