The cold rain stinging|A holy reminder|Of the place were living by the by||Searching for the spirit|Standing in the streetlight|And just before the heavens open wide||And the May rain|It starts pouring down|Where the cold north winter took its toll||Oh see, now, holy are the tears|That come from the heart|Goodbye Washtenaw |You brought springtime to my soul|Oh, to my soul, yeah!||Well, it may have been a whisper|Of devine ordination|Or just a smile disguised by a little charm||Whatever the reason|There was no denying|We were holding on to hope in each other's arms||And the May rain|It starts pouring down|Where the cold north winter took its toll||Oh see, now, holy are the tears|That come from the heart|Goodbye Washtenaw |You brought springtime to my soul||Oh, my man|I'll still be in love with you|When the rain is gone|And the flowers start to bloom|Oh, tell me|Will you still love me?|When May turns to June|Cause we all need someone to hold on to||Oh, the May rain|Well, it starts pouring down|Where the cold north winter took its toll||Oh, holy are the tears|That come from the heart|Goodbye Washtenaw |You brought springtime to my soul, yeah!||Oh, goodbye Washtenaw |You brought springtime to my|To my soul, yes|Oh, to my soul, yeah!