No running rain, no game.
No running rain, no quiver
What would you do?
But go where your ancestors call you
In the netherworld
They sing
They play pony games and walk across rivers as they overflow with fish
No running rain, we cant let you
No running rain, mother cant give you
What could you do? But go where grandfather calls you
In the netherworld
They laugh
As they dance around the fire they made to celebrate you
No running rain, no space for you
No running rain, mother earth she isn’t on talking terms with you
No running rain, cant go till you can hear them call on you
Oh, running rain youre coming through
Reach and grab a piece of us
and we'll help you.