Little flowers never worry,
When the wind begins to blow.
And they never, never cry,
When the rain begins to fall.
Though its wet and oh so cold,
Soon the sun will shine again.
And they'll smile unto the world,
For their beauty to behold.
So let it rain, let it rain,
Let it pour, (Let it pour)
Let trouble keep knocking at my door, (Knocking at my door)
If we learn the right from wrong,
It will help to make us strong.
So when the clouds begin to gather,
And that old wind begins to blow,
Little flowers don't complain,
Though they're tossin' too and fro.
Well, I guess I've learned the secret,
That only little flowers know,
If it never, never rains, then we'll never, never grow.
So let it rain, let it rain,
Let it pour, (Let it pour)
Let trouble keep knockin' at my door.
(Knocking at my door)
If we learn the right from wrong,
It will help to make us strong.
If it never, never rains, then we'll never, never grow.