RAIN IN MY HEART
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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My eyes are dry, my love, since you've been gone, I haven't shed a tear,
I'll never cry, my love, though every day seems like a hundred years,
For I'm just a fool who clings to his pride but when I'm alone,
I can hear the sound of rain in my heart, of the tears that I hide,
And it tears me apart, 'cause I keep them inside,
I can't get away from the sound of the rain in my heart.
How could I know, my love, I was a toy, only a game to you?
How could you go, my love, without a thought of what I'm going through?
How can I forget I still love you so, it echoes each time that I hear
The sound of rain in my heart from the tears that I hide,
So it tears me apart, I still keep them inside,
But I can't escape from the sound of the rain in my heart.
I hear that rain in my heart of the tears that I hide
And it tears me apart, 'cause I keep them inside...





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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Frank Sinatra's song "Rain In My Heart" paint a picture of heartbreak and the struggle to keep emotions hidden. The singer is trying to maintain a brave face, insisting that they haven't shed a tear since their love left. But in reality, they are hurting deeply and can't escape the sound of the rain in their heart, which represents the tears they hide. The singer admits to being a fool who clings to their pride, but the pain of the lost love echoes every time they hear the rain in their heart. They question how they could have been so naive to think they were anything more than a toy or a game to their former love. They bemoan the fact that their love could leave without any regard for the pain the singer is currently experiencing. Despite still loving the former flame, the singer feels trapped by the sound of the rain in their heart and the tears that are hidden deep inside.


Line by Line Meaning

My eyes are dry, my love, since you've been gone, I haven't shed a tear,
My eyes have not been wet and I have not cried since you left.


I'll never cry, my love, though every day seems like a hundred years,
I will not shed a tear, even if every day feels like a century.


For I'm just a fool who clings to his pride but when I'm alone,
I am foolish for holding on to my pride, but when I am by myself,


I can hear the sound of rain in my heart, of the tears that I hide,
I can feel the sadness deep within me, of the tears and emotions that I hide.


And it tears me apart, 'cause I keep them inside,
It is painful because I keep these emotions bottled up inside.


I can't get away from the sound of the rain in my heart.
I am unable to escape from the sadness inside me.


How could I know, my love, I was a toy, only a game to you?
How could I have known that you were just using me as a toy, as part of your game?


How could you go, my love, without a thought of what I'm going through?
How could you leave without any thoughts about how much it would hurt me?


How can I forget I still love you so, it echoes each time that I hear
How am I supposed to forget that I still love you so much? I am reminded every time I hear


The sound of rain in my heart from the tears that I hide,
The sound of sadness and tears deep within me that I keep hidden.


So it tears me apart, I still keep them inside,
It hurts me so much that I still keep these emotions locked up inside.


But I can't escape from the sound of the rain in my heart.
I am unable to escape from the deep sadness within me.


I hear that rain in my heart of the tears that I hide
I hear the sadness and tears that I keep locked up inside.


And it tears me apart, 'cause I keep them inside...
It causes me so much pain because I choose to keep my emotions hidden inside.




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Written by: BOUDLEAUX BRYANT, FELICE BRYANT

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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