Lyrics:

Oh, we like it here at whatever the name of this theater is
The Belk Theater? Is that what this is called?
The Belk, we will remember it


Oh, the song came and went
Like the times that we spent
Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent
Laughed and she'd smile
It would last for a while
You don't know what you got 'til you lose it all again

Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the music on the lake
Oh, listen to my heart break
Every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
Sad song drifting low
Oh, listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go

A cool evening dance
I listen to the bluegrass band take the chill from the air
'Til they play the last song
I'll do my time
Keeping you off my mind
But there's moments that I find
I'm not feeling so strong

Yes, listen to the mandolin rain
Yes, listen to the music on the lake
Oh, listen to my heart
Every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
Sad song drifting low
Hey, listen to the tears as they roll
Down my face as she turns to go

Running down by the lakeshore
She did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away once again
To the sounds of the mandolin man
Listen to the mandolin man


Well, the boat's steaming in
I watch the sidewheel spin
And I think about her when
I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
I knew all the time that she'd go
But that's a choice I made long ago

Now, listen to the mandolin rain
Yes, listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break
Every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
Sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll
Roll down my face as she turns to go

Oh, as she turns to go
Listen to the mandolin, mandolin rain, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, listen to the tears roll
Roll down my face as she turns to go
Listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go, go
Listen to the mandolin rain
Oh, but listen to the mandolin, mandolin
My face as she turns to go
Roll down my face as she turns to go
Oh, listen to the falling rain
Down my face as she turns to go
Falling rain, falling rain



When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone

And I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
And I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own

When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars start to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the southwest horizon
With the scream of an eagle on the fly

And I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
And I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
Of my own


When it seems like the night will last forever
And there's nothing left to do but count the years
When the strings of my heart to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears

I will walk alone, by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
Oh, and I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own

Sing me a song of my own
Sing me a song of my own
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, by the black muddy river
Listen to the rain on the black muddy river
Listen, you gotta listen
Listen to the mandolin rain on the black muddy
Listen to the rain, listen to the rain
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the rain, listen to the rain
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the mandolin rain