Would the rain, the frozen rain   Be as cold upon your forehead   As the tears that plough your beaten face again   Would the rain      Could your hands, your grubby hands   Pull your coat around your shoulder   Steel yourself against the weather of the day   Could your hands      Here i stand   Just the same      Jesus do these hands still feel the rain      Here we go, winter long   Like sun bleeds down the valley   Or a black and oily river moves so slow   Here we go      Here i stand   Just the same      Jesus do these hands still feel the rain      Here i stand   Just the same      Jesus do your hands still feel the rain