Peter, Paul & Mary

Early Morning

in the early morning rain

with a dollar in my hand

and an aching in my heart

and my pockets full of sand

i'm a long way from home

and i miss my loved one so

in the early morning rain

with nowhere to go

cut on runway number nine

big 707 set to go

i'm stuck here on the ground

where the cold winds blow

the liquor tasted good

and the women all were fast

there she goes, my friend

she's rolling down at last

Rain

hear the mighty engines roar

see the silver bird on high

she's away and westward bound

far above the clouds she'll fly

where the morning rain don't fall

and the sun always shines

she'll be flying over my home

in about three hours time

this old airport's got me down

it's no earthly good to me

because i'm stuck here on the ground

cold and drunks as i might be

you can't hop a jet plane

like you can a freight train

so i'd best be on my way

in the early morning rain