Elizabeth Rain

Elizabeth Rain in mountain grass
Through the kitchen windows
Old bottle glass
Handmade wooden cradle full of dolls
Where my dream baby sleeps
Through plane departure calls

Elizabeth Rain in dusty leaves
Old cotton jeans
With holes in the knees
Embroidered pillows in the rocking chair
Where I hold her and see
She has her father's hair

She will not cry
She will not cry

We'll go to Aspen in the winter
You'll walk your first steps
With your mother soon
Through the snow fields
I'll carry my rain
Under the solid white moon

He said thеre was no time to love hеr
My sweet Rain
With your grandmother's name
If I don't count down the seasons
Maybe he'll change
And find us both again

She will not cry
She will not cry

We'll spend the summer by a river
You'll learn your first songs
Where the waters run
Through the canyons
I'll carry my rain
Under the fine yellow sun

Through the canyons
I'll carry my rain
Under the fine yellow sun