Winter rain, now tell me why
Summers fade, and roses die
The answer came, the wind and rain
Golden hills, now veiled in gray
Summer leaves have blown away
Now what remains? The wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings
(Knowing)
Like a song that's born to soar the sky
(Flowing)
Flowing 'til the waters all are dry
(Growing)
The loving in her eyes
Circle songs and sands of time
And seasons will end in tumbled rhyme
And little change, the wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings
(Knowing)
Like a song that's born to soar the sky
(Flowing)
Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry
(Growing)
The loving in her eyes
Winter gray and falling rain
We'll see summer come again
Darkness falls and seasons change (Gonna happen every time)
Same old friends the wind and rain
Summers fade and roses die
You'll see summer come again
Like a song that's born to soar the sky
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds
Silver beads, pass into the sea
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring
Black dirt live again
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
I am! I am! I am! I am!
So it goes, we make what we make since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, the work of men
Seasons round, creatures great and small
Up and down as we rise and fall
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
I am! I am! I am! I am!
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