Gentle Pulsing Dust

First The Rain begins
And the quiet it settles in
And it’s awesome…
And it covers everything
And then The Rain rains more
And then a knock at the door
Says “you lost em”…
Thin old face, come in
And it rains for a seventh day

He takes my hand in his
His face an unsmiling grin
And it falls on…
…falls on everyone
I bind my day to Him
I feel my time growing thin
And I’ve lost em…
I’m the colour of The Rain
And it rains for a seventh day
And it rains and the fiddlers play, Singing all the way

See the…
See the grey stones
Green and grey stone, then the way home
Hear the ship’s groan, then the wind’s poem: “Find a way home! Seize a way home! Haul a way home!
Seize a way home find a way home
Then the way home finds us finds us finds us...”

Oh…The Rain, The Rain, The Rain

Then the rains roll in
Water it fills our homes and he steps in
And we’ve lost em…
In the colour and The Rain
No time and no name

And when my rains roll in
He’ll open the door but I’ll walk in
Til I’ve lost em…
I’m the colour and The Rain, one time in His name

And it rains for a seventh day
And it rains and it rains and it rains and the fiddlers play

Singing all the way
Singing all the way
Singing all the way

Oh…