Letras
It rained, it poured, it rained so hard
It rained so hard all day
That all the boys came out of school
Went out to talk and play
They tossed their ball again so high
Then again so low
They tossed it into a flower garden
Where no one was allowed to go
Up stepped a gypsy lady
All dressed in yellow and green
"Come in, come in, my pretty little boy
And get your ball again"
"I won't come in, I can't come in
Without my playmates all
I'll go down for to tell them about it
And that'll cause tears to fall"
She first showed him an apple seed
Then again gold rings
She then showed him a diamond
And that enticed him in
She took him by the lily white hand
And led him through the hall
She led him to an upper room
Where no one could hear him call
Oh, take these finger rings off my fingers
Smoke them with your breath
If my friends should call for me
Tell them that I'm at rest
Place a Bible at my head
A Testament at my feet
If my dear mother should call for me
Tell her that I'm asleep
Place a Bible at my feet
A Testament at my head
If my dear father should call for me
Tell him that I am dead