First The Rain begins / And the quiet it settles in / And it’s awesome… / And it covers everything / And then The Rain rains more / And then a knock at the door / Says “you lost em”… / Thin old face, come in. / And it rains for a seventh day
He takes my hand in his / His face an unsmiling grin / And it falls on… /
…falls on everyone / I bind my day to Him, / I feel my time growing thin / And I’ve lost em… / I’m the colour of The Rain. / And it rains for a seventh day / And it rains and the fiddlers play, Singing all the way
See the… / See the grey stones / Green and grey stone, then the way home / Hear the ship’s groan, then the wind’s poem: “Find a way home! Seize a way home! Haul a way home! / Seize a way home find a way home / Then the way home finds us finds us finds us...”
Oh…The Rain, The Rain, The Rain
Then the rains roll in / Water it fills our homes and he steps in, / And we’ve lost em… / In the colour and The Rain, / No time and no name
And when my rains roll in / He’ll open the door but I’ll walk in / Til I’ve lost em… / I’m the colour and The Rain, one time in His name
And it rains for a seventh day / And it rains and it rains and it rains and the fiddlers play
Singing all the way, / Singing all the way, / Singing all the way
Oh…
