(Hicks / Clarke / Nash) When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window reminds of her When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window It was raining hard the trees looked bare the night I met her She was wet her hands were cold the wind blew through her hair Though I'd known her quite a long time we were just good friends So it didn't seem so strange inviting her back home We sat by the fire The flames brought out something in her Melting all the cold projecting warmth I never knew As the rain beat on my window did she understand that in the glow of dying embers everything was planned Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter We made love later on that night while the rain beat on my window I can't forget the things that happened while the rain beat down on my window Next time I saw her I knew she didn't want to know me If I disappointed her I think she should have told me Can't she understand I only tried to be a man She made me feel so ashamed of everything I am When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window reminds of her
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