Rod McKuen
rusting in the rain live
The old gate is rusting in the rain. Children,
comin' home from school,
no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek
That just around the bend becomes a pool.
And we've all grown older.
Come see where we have been out here rusting in the rain.
The old house is creaking in the rain. Lovers,
comin' down the hill, no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree
They took away for lumber to the mill.
The old world is dying in the rain. The summer coming,
every year, no longer stops to wonder as it goes along its way
Did anybody ever leave here?
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- Non-Album Releases
- Prolific Composer Rod McKuen Sings His Own
- The French Connection
- Rod McKuen Sings Jacques Brel
- Greatest Hits, Volume 1
- Greatest Hits, Volume 2
- Greatest Hits, Volume 3
- Greatest Hits, Volume 4
- At the Movies
- Rod McKuen at Carnegie Hall
- Top 40 Hitdossier 1971-1972
- Early Harvest
- Queer Noises 61-78: From the Closet to the Charts
- Seasons of the Sun
- The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
- Good Morning Vietnam
- Greatest Hits: Without a Worry in the World
- Try Rod McKuen in the Privacy of Your Own Home
- 40 Jaar Top 40: 1971-1972
- Twist Classics - Lost & Found