Winter rain, now tell me why
Summers fade and roses die
The answer came
The wind and rain
Golden hills, now veiled in gray
And summer leaves are blown away
And what remains? The wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings 
Like a song thats born to soar the sky 
Flowing til the waters all are dry 
The loving in her eyes
Circle songs and sands of time
Seasons will end in tumbled rhyme
And little change
The wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings 
Like a song thats born to soar the sky 
Flowing til the waters all are dry 
The knowing in her eyes
Winter gray and falling rain
Well see summer come again
Darkness falls and seasons change
The same old friends the wind and rain
Winter gray and falling rain
Well see summer come again
Darkness falls and seasons change
The same old friends the wind and rain
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the mornings door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds
Silver beads, pass into the sea
She comes from the town where they call her the woodcutters daughter
And shes brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
Harvest dreams, with bushels of corn and the barley meal
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring
Black dirt live again
The plowman is broad as the back of the land hes sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, greatly grow, greatly yield
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout I am! I am! I am! I am!
So it goes, we make what we make since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, the work of man
Seasons round, creatures great and small
Up and down as we rise and fall
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout I am! I am! I am! I am!
Were gonna take a short break and well be back in a few minutes, so everybody hang loose