Bruce *****burn - The Coming Rains Lyrics
All day the mountains rose behindthe veil of smoke from burning fieldsAnd road dust dyeing black skin bronzeand the road rolling like a rough seaIt's quiet now, just crickets anda dog fight somewhere in the far awayIn my heart I hold your photographand the thought of you comes on like the feelof the coming rains...Hot breeze ran its fingers throughthe long grass of the thatched roof eaveThey stuck me in the only chairwhile they cooked casaba and a luckless henThey asked for one well, three lanterns and200 litres of fuel and I said,"Who, me?"And the time for planting's coming soonand the thought of you comes on like the feelof the coming rainsIn the town neon flickers in the ruinsSeven crows swoop past a luscious moonIf I had wings like those there'd be no waitingI'd come panting to your door,slide like smoke into your roomAll day the mountains rose behindthe veil of smoke from burning fieldsAnd road dust dyeing black skin bronzeand the road rolling like a rough seaIt's quiet now, just crickets anda dog fight somewhere in the far awayIn my heart I hold your photographand the thought of you comes on like the feelof the coming rainsAnd the time for planting's coming soonand the thought of you comes on like the feelof the coming rains
