Early Morning Rain

Early Morning Rain - Eva Cassidy (伊娃·卡斯迪)

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

And I miss my loved ones so

In the early morning rain

With no place to go

Out on runway number nine

Big seven hundred and seven set to go

But I'm stuck here on the ground

Where the cold winds blow

You can't jump a jet plane

Like you can a freight train

So I best be on my way in the early morning rain

Hear her mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above my home she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall

And the sun always shines

She'll be flying past my home

In about three hours time

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

And I miss my loved one so

In the early morning rain with no place to go

In the early morning rain with no place to go