The Rains

For the last eight or is it ten years,
Up until now in the present,
Not a drop of rain, a forest to a desert.
We sit each day starin' out from the porch.
With no wind or any rain to watch
Only the sound of the sun making everything parched.
Wait I see something coming from afar.
Are the clouds rumbling or is it a car?
My mind's half baked,it's playing tricks on me.
Should we run and hide taking safety inside?
And will it be the rains that'll change our lives?
It's only a car that an old woman drove too far.

Chorus:
And if we have to die let be today.
From the sound that the woman's harp plays.
Listen to the lightning chasing around the thunder.
And if we're fit to live let it be today.
From the sound that the woman's harp plays.
It's the start of the rains that last forever.

It's filling up the ponds and the fields and streams.
Water's rushing in everywhere it seems.
Almost don't believe what our eyes take in.
We'll be able to have a bounty of crops.
And from our seeds we can grow our grains.
And deep inside our childhood begins again.

Guitar instrumental.

Repeat chorus twice.

(copyright 2003, Gord Easton)