I could see the nimble swallows glide
Reaching pretty clouds that swirl and slide
When they are tired and weary
In my secret backyard they go to hide

I could touch the whisper of the grass
When the wind breathes
The sombre murmur of the woods, the bending of trees
The sound of leaves in the swaying breeze

I could feel the rhythm grow
The music that pours in the driving storm
Thinking heartfelt deeds that make one glow
And lovely thoughts that keep one warm

I could hear the lazing dull frogs sing
A sad funny lullaby in between
The angry bang of thunder once lightning moves
The trashing noise of rain on roofs

I could reach far from where I've been
Further than the winding steady road that goes
But I would rather leave my heart at home
When the dear rain falls.