In dark and drear and dusky night
Where shadows creep till morning's blight
Hollow breath meets window pane
Whilst blackened eyes stare through the rain

Tree boughs creek through witching hour
He does not flinch, he does not cower
Still he lingers, all in vain
The man who's standing in the rain

Tired souls rejuvenate
The hour grows long, the clock turns late
Dawn is nigh; the mourning's bane
As ravens cry out through the rain

Daylight sword cuts into night
So too does sorrow take its flight
Never to be seen again
The man who's standing in the rain