Patter Of The Rain - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
PATTER OF THE RAIN. 
When the humid showers gather Over all the starry spheres, And the melancholy darkness Gently weeps in rainy tears, 'Tis a joy to press the pillow Of a cottage-chamber bed, And to listen to the patter Of the soft rain over head. La la la la la la la la la la la la, &c. 
Every tinkle on the shingles Has an echo in the heart, And a thousand dreamy fancies Into busy being start; And a thousand recollections Weave their bright hues into woof, As I listen to the patter Of the soft rain on the roof. La la la la la la la la la la la la, &c. 
There is naught in art's bravuras That can work with such a spell, In the spirit's pure deep fountains, Whence the holy passions swell, As that melody of nature, That subdued, subdning strain, Which is played upon the shingles By the patter of the rain. La la la la la la la la la la la la, &c.