I found a site with unattributed lyrics matching those you've quoted: Is this it?

If a Mudelf would be so good, he or she could change this to a Lyr add with proper attribution to Vera Johnson once we are sure it's the right song.



THE GENTLE RAIN OF ENGLAND

On the banks of the Riveried Prairie,
In Quebec at a place called Shaumaday,
All the trees are bare of leaves,
And a lonely robin grieves,
For his friends have spread their wings and flown away,
I 've watched the cold black waters running eastwards,
And my thoughts are flowing with them to the sea,
So I whisper to the waves,
What my hungry spirit craves,
And I wish they'd act as messengers for me..

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Tell my love that one day I'll be with her,
Where the hills are low and misty green,
And the roads wind between the hawthorn hedges,
And we'll walk in the gentle rain of England.

In the sky southern clouds are drifting slowly,
There's a chill in the air that smells of snow,
And in every window box, there are empty flowers stalks,
Where geraniums and pansies used to grow.
All the leaves are red and gold and yellow,
Crumpled carpets till the breezes set them free,
Then they twist and turn and spin,
By the river, then fall in,
And they set out on their voyage to the sea.

There's a West wind that's cold and full of bluster,
Roaring threats that the snow is on its way,
Then it snatches at a kite,
Lifts it almost out of sight,
As if pausing for a moment just to play,
Then it rushes towards the great Atlantic,
And I wonder if somewhere over there,
Swooping down from up above,
It will find the one I love,
And will take delight in tangling her hair.