The mist creeping in ,draping the green in white

And The blue in ever evangelic shades of grey

Bestowing the  Soil ,the nectar it brought from a bounty stolen from God

The rain fell ,the rustic aroma that surrounds my whole town

As heavenly  and pure as you walked  in white silhouette

And the drops falling making the grass even more smooth

And your face more cleaner for me to gaze- pleasant as a winter moon



A little did you turn around and walked away ,I follow you there

You lead me to my God ,You Lead to my God

You  ain’t just a one night dream; I see you even in daylight

As you live where my GOD stays ,You Live where My god Stays

Don’t leave me o Dear, this isn’t my fate

Just  my last words   turn back ,come back ,so that I could love you as my God

Bring back the rain ,come o dear ,turn to me  and let me have the rain

And my god to see me again when you come about ,when you come about…