Rain, softly falls in old deer valley,
All the woodlands swimming underneath
The steaming fog. What peaceful sound
I hear, softly rings out of the sparkling
Woods and meadows, chimes like a thousand
Sleepy bells announcing the rising sun,
Who sings loudest, after the rains.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
Rain, softly falls in old deer valley,
All the woodlands swimming underneath
The steaming fog. What peaceful sound
I hear, softly rings out of the sparkling
Woods and meadows, chimes like a thousand
Sleepy bells announcing the rising sun,
Who sings loudest, after the rains.
