Bruce Cockburn - The Coming Rains lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - The Coming Rains lyrics]
All day the mountains rose behind
A veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze
And the road rolling like a rough sea
It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight
Somewhere in the far away
In my heart I hold your photograph
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains
Hot breeze ran it's fingers through
The long grass of a thatched roof eave
They stuck me in the only chair they had
While they cooked cassava and a luckless hen
They asked for one well three lanterns
And two hundred litres of fuel and I said
"Who me?"
And the time for planting's coming soon
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains
In the town neon flickers in the ruins
Seven crows swoop past the luscious moon
If I had wings like those
There'd be no waiting
I'd come panting to your door and
Slide like smoke into your room
All day the mountains rose behind
A veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze
And the road rolling like a rough sea
It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight
Somewhere in the far away
In my heart I hold your photograph
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains
And the time for planting's coming soon
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains
A veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze
And the road rolling like a rough sea
It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight
Somewhere in the far away
In my heart I hold your photograph
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains
Hot breeze ran it's fingers through
The long grass of a thatched roof eave
They stuck me in the only chair they had
While they cooked cassava and a luckless hen
They asked for one well three lanterns
And two hundred litres of fuel and I said
"Who me?"
And the time for planting's coming soon
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains
In the town neon flickers in the ruins
Seven crows swoop past the luscious moon
If I had wings like those
There'd be no waiting
I'd come panting to your door and
Slide like smoke into your room
All day the mountains rose behind
A veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze
And the road rolling like a rough sea
It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight
Somewhere in the far away
In my heart I hold your photograph
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains
And the time for planting's coming soon
And the thought of you comes on like
The feel of the coming rains