Melodi: Burt Bacharach - Tekst: Hal David
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head,
and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed,
nothin' seems to fit. Those
raindrops are fallin' on my head. They keep fallin'
so I just did me some talkin' to the sun
and I said I didn't like the way he got things done.
Sleepin' on the job. Those
raindrops are fallin' on my head. They keep fallin'!
But there's one thing I know,
the blues they send to meet me
won't defeat me. It won't be long
till happiness steps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head,
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red.
Cryin's not for me 'cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'.
Because I'm free,
nothin's worryin' me.