Written by Jack Newman
Recorded by Hank Snow
Whispering rain, whisper your song to me,
There on my roof, my window pane, whispering rain,
Drive all my blues away,
Now that she's gone, I'm all alone,
Can't stand the pain,
Whispering rain, whispering rain.
Now that she's gone, I've no lover,
I look at the rain and I wonder;
Where can she be, will she come back to me?
Whispering rain.
Whispering rain, falling where we used to stroll,
The garden so green, the path by the stream,
Whispering rain;
Oh, how I hate to see you wash away the footsteps in clay,
We left on the scene,
Whispering rain, whispering rain.
Now that she's gone I've no lover,
I look at the rain and I wonder;
Where can she be, will she come back to me?
Whispering rain.
