Yesterday I Heard The Rain whispering your name, asking where you'd gone.
It fell softly from the clouds on the silent crowds as I wandered on.
Out of doorways, black umbrellas_ came to pursue me,
Face-less people_as they passed_ were looking through me, no one knew me.___

Yesterday I shut my eyes, face up to the skies, drinking in the rain,
But your image still was there, floating in the air, brighter than a flame,
Yesterday   I   saw a city__ full of shadows__ without pity,__
And I heard the steady rain   whispering your name, whispering your name. 
 

Circa 1967
English Lyric by Gene Lees, Music by A. Manzanero
© Editorial RCA Victor S.A. de C.V.