The dandelion sunset,
over the hills of golden grain.
The flowers in the fields,
and the grassy plains.

The whispering wind kisses,
the side of my face.
There's no where I'd rather be,
than this place.

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

The falling leaves,
float down from the trees.
I love the buzzing,
of the bees.

There are many shapes,
in the clouds in the sky.
Can we admire them together,
as they go by?

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

Don't let me go.
Don't let me go.
Don't let me go.
I promise I won't let go.

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.