Steady rain on April's first Sunday's
Pouring forth'teardrops of the sky,
Mourning for the death of the Pope'
A man came in the name of God;
A good man came and went.
The noblest thing the man had shown
Was how to die in peace and with grace.
The noble legacies he did leave
Are hard for another to conceive.
The Pope has died, the Pope is gone;
But his dreams remain, his life fulfilled;
As steady rain is pouring forth'