no hard rain is gonna fall
no hard rain is gonna fall
there is no inevitability to it all at all
there is no hard rain gonna fall

not everything that rises will converge
there may not be a dancing at this dirge
our work may be too weak, too slow, too small
there may be no hard rain gonna fall

we must move swiftly, they are propping up a wall
and it threatens to enwreathe us all
though we work uncertain or darkly underground
we built it, we can burn it down

there may not be a rider on a horse
let this sink in: there is no matter of course
and regardless of what victories befall
there is no inevitability to it all at all
our work may be too weak, too slow, too small
or ripple out in tongues from the scratch of a scrawl
our giant may be wakened, mad, and tall
our chickens may return to roost at the mall
where there may be no hard rain

we must move swiftly--
they are propping up a god
they are puppeting his rage, his reck, his rod
we must feed flickers wherever they be found
we built him, we can burn him down

we built him, we can burn him down
you can hear all hell, how sickly it is sounding the call
and the hunger of a hopeful flame for a pall
and there will be no hard rain