(c. stepney - r. rudolph)      Sitting all alone I hear the tapping of the rain   Dance ballerina dance   Talking with the rain in some small city I feel the pain,   She's dancing all alone   Thinking how we'd wait together   Sitting by the fire in weather just like this   Playing lovers' games; hoping the rain would never end   And I thought about the night we met   How the gentle rain fell down, kissed the ground   Then I knew no one ever could take your place      Nothing seems the same but the falling rain   You've gone away   Walking by the sea; sitting beneath a tree;   You are not here..