Time was when the glorious sun was blazingly hovering over our horizon, shooting harvest in booming guns into the festive skies, roaring ferocious thunder into the clapping seas of beatific glory.
Time was when ballards of wailing virgins drenched us with ravishing love, with heaven choruses in unison and earth felicitating in revelvery
Now the sky is sky dry Wet sky come to dry away this dry dry sky
Our hope and help will not be forlorn as we drive through hail and snow, halcyon bountiful days of harvest'll come from our Helper, the LORD.