Rain

Rain, the gentle rain that hung upon the grass

The autumn rain that touched the fields so early

When the summer sun returns will you hold me once again

In your arms, among the fields of golden barley

Summer was a burning wind that raised a bitter crop

That came and went so swiftly and unfairly

And then the autum rain put a rust upon my heart

Left alone among the fields of golden barley

A pale song, a sad song to hold within my mind

A bitter song of summer love gone from me