STRANGE RAIN
Words and music by Tom Paxton
As sung by Bobby Darin on "Earthy!/Golden Folk Hits" (2002)

Strange rain fallin' around us
All day, ev'ry day,
Strange rain fallin' around us
And what will become of my baby?

CHORUS: Baby, my baby,
Much too little to run,
Baby, my baby,
[And] what will become of my son?

Measurin' death for a suit, Lord,
All day, ev'ry day,
They're measurin' death for a suit, Lord,
And what will become of my baby? CHORUS

My kid don't eat what I feed him,
All day, ev'ry day,
My kid won't eat what I feed him,
And what will become of my baby? CHORUS

Strange rain fallin' around us
All day, ev'ry day,
There's strange rain fallin' around us
And what will become of my son?