(Hal DavidBurt Bacharach)

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
And just like the guy whose feet are
Too big for his bed,
Nothing seems to fit.
Those raindrops are falling on my head,
They keep falling.

So I just did me some talking to the sun,
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done,
Sleeping on the job.
Those raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling.

But there’s one thing I know,
The blues they send to meet me won’t defeat me
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me.

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red,
Crying’s not for me.
Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain
By complaining.

Because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me.

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red,
Crying’s not for me.
Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain
By complaining.

Because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.
Because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Raindrops keep falling on my head.

ALBUM: GWENDOLYNE (1970)