Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
[bad word] And the leaves are lookin brown and dry. Sun swings low, [bad word] resists the thirsty ground. Uselessly, I try to coax a cloud or two. Searchin the skies, Knowin there ain't nothing left to do. Summer's turned to gold, My garden's tired and old, The dust swirls round my bowl - And still, no sign of rain. Faithfully, I've tended to my patch of land. Year by year, I've scratched to keep my humble clan. Now and then Some [bad word] out of the blue. Trouble is, They've always been too far and few. Summer's turned to fall, The air is thick and cold, I feel it in my bones - But still, no sign of rain. Silence shades my lonely claim - Though all is gold, there is no rain. Still, I hear my singinbones And I believe Rain will fall.