LOV3 Lyrics

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift

The road is forlorn all day

Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift

And the hoof-prints vanish away

The roadside flowers too wet for the bee

Expend their bloom in vain

Come over the hills and far with me

And be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

The birds have less to say for themselves

In the wood-world's torn despair

Than now these numberless years the elves

Although they are no less there:

All song of the woods is crushed like some

Wild easily shattered rose

Come be my love in the wet woods; come

Where the boughs rain when it blows

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

There is the gale to urge behind

And bruit our singing down

And the shallow waters aflutter with wind

From which to gather your gown

What matter if we go clear to the west

And come not through dry-shod?

For wilding brooch shall wet your breast

The rain-fresh goldenrod

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Oh never this whelming east wind swells

But it seems like the sea's return

To the ancient lands where it left the shells

Before the age of the fern;

And it seems like the time when after doubt

Our love came back amain

Oh come forth into the storm and rout

And be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain

Be my love in the rain