There's a shower of rain
Yet the sun still shines
There must be a rainbow
Somewhere
An old man nods in his chair
He came from nowhere
And went nowhere else
Journeying all the way
Now he journeys through time
Down the aching years
Things that he's seen and done
Some good and wondrous
And some of them terrible
An old man nods in his chair
Travelling
Behind closed eyes
All the things he's seen and done
The people he's known
All the things he's said
Within his nodding head
Tears pour down his face
Down the canyons grooved by time
And yet he smiles
Gently and softly
There must be a rainbow
Somewhere
By Phil Roberts
I thought I'd give this another airing.