About the song
When we talk about timeless folk music, one of the quintessential tracks that immediately comes to mind is “Early Morning Rain,” brought to life by the legendary trio Peter, Paul, and Mary. Released in 1965, this song is a splendid example of the genre’s ability to evoke deep emotion and paint vivid imagery through its simple yet powerful lyrics and melody.
The song itself was penned by Gordon Lightfoot, a master of folk storytelling. His original composition captures a moment of quiet introspection and longing, painting a picture of a solitary figure caught in a rainy morning, reflecting on life’s fleeting nature. Lightfoot’s evocative words and melodies resonate deeply, providing a canvas for Peter, Paul, and Mary to infuse their own distinct harmonies and emotional depth.
Peter, Paul, and Mary, known for their harmonious vocals and thoughtful interpretations of folk music, bring a unique charm to “Early Morning Rain.” Their rendition is marked by a gentle yet poignant delivery that perfectly complements the song’s reflective mood. The trio’s harmonies blend seamlessly, creating a sound that is both soothing and stirring, inviting listeners to pause and appreciate the beauty of a simple, rainy morning.
For many, the song evokes memories of times when life seemed simpler, when moments of solitude were a chance for introspection and connection with the natural world. As you listen to “Early Morning Rain,” allow yourself to be transported to that quiet, rainy morning where time seems to stand still, and the rain becomes a backdrop for profound contemplation.
In essence, Peter, Paul, and Mary’s performance of “Early Morning Rain” is more than just a song; it’s a heartfelt experience, a testament to the enduring power of folk music to touch our hearts and minds across generations.
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Lyrics
In the early mornin’ 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 mornin’ rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine, big seven o seven set to go
But I’m out here on the grass where the pavement never grows
Well the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
There she goes my friend, she’s rollin’ down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver wing on high
She’s away and westward bound far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the mornin’ rain don’t fall and the sun always shines
She’ll be flyin’ over my home in about three hours time
This old airport’s got me down, it’s no earthly good to me
‘Cause I’m stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be
Can’t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So I’d best be on my way in the early mornin’ rain
So I’d best be on my way in the early mornin’ rain