Текст песни
The rain fell on the people
But they never went away
In an open field in Cambridge
It was there I watched him play
He sang songs of his homeland
And of the valleys that he loved
Of the mountains and their wonders
And the great skies that they held
Oh Darrell was his name
As wise and gentle as could be
He played his music all over
Singing his songs for you and me
He spoke about his music
And of his love for life
Of the people that surround him
His best friends and his wife
He spoke of great injustice
To the places he once knew
Oh nature how you've suffered
Where in freedom once you grew
Oh Darrell was his name
As wise and gentle as could be
He played his music all over
Singing his songs for you and me
He told it to the people
Of the wars that had begun
You know they're killing one another
Father, brother and son
He sang of an old woman
Who had children, one, two, three
Of the heartache when he told her
How they'd killed her family
Oh Darrell was his name
As wise and gentle as could be
He played his music all over
Singing his songs for you and me
Yes I watched him in the rain
With gentle voice his words did sound
His wrinkled hands that played the banjo
And all the people stood around
Oh Darrell was his name
As wise and gentle as could be
He played his music all over
Singing his songs for you and me