Old Noah he built an ark one day ’cause God said it would rain,
And with two of every animal he went on the rolling main.
He looked up at the sky one day and saw that the sun was out;
He went into a song and dance and he began to shout:
Oh it ain’t gonna rain no more,
It ain’t gonna rain no more.
How d’you suppose I can wash my toes
If it ain’t gonna rain no more?
The farmer works out in the field as everyone will know,
He needs the rain and sunshine if his crops are going to grow.
He ploughs and sows and reaps and mows, but one thing is for sure:
He’ll never get any turnips if it ain’t gonna rain no more.
My uncle Joe ain’t had a bath for nearly forty years,
He’s so afraid that he might drown he’s scared to wash his ears.
He’s scared of soap and water, and screws his face in pain,
And the only time that he ever gets wet is when he goes out in the rain.
My Wellington boots are leaking, I ought to buy some others.
My plastic mac is split down the back and I have to borrow my brothers.
I’d put them in the dustbin, good riddance to them all,
If the sun would shine on my back yard and the rain would never fall.
Words and music © Simon Mayor & Hilary James
Illustrations by Hilary James