ESTILL COUNTY RAIN 

written by Sarah Beth Terry

ESTILL COUNTY RAIN

The air is thick, a storm's a coming

See the blue clouds rolling in from Madison

No siren rang, there was no warning

But in his eyes I could see what was happening

The sky ripped open we ran for shelter

In the arms of one another

Summer showers fanned that flame

We fell hard, we fell fast, we fell down like Estill County Rain


Sweat so sweet, lightning flashing

When he touched me I could feel the thunder crashing

the August heat, the season passing

Only added to what we were sure was passion

In that old farmhouse rich with history

How we ended is still a mystery

Never knowin' that this moment would never come again

We fell hard, we fell fast, we fell down like Estill County Rain


First love never dies they say

It hides but never goes away

When the sky grows dark and the clouds roll in

I still think of him


Years go by, life gets busy

But sometimes I wonder does he ever miss me

Does he recall the first time he kissed me

or long for days when living life was easy

Older, wiser, different roads down

Still I think about my hometown

That brown eyed boy who took my breath away

We fell hard, we fell fast, we fell down like Estill County Rain

The air is thick, a storm's a coming

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