Grey Rain of Sweden

Grey rain of Sweden bring the wildflowers
Like fields of pink [?????]
Of afternoon, while I am gone
I will think of you wandering there

Down by the rushing stream to where the rain
And melting mountain snow are still
And reflections of the land disappear
In the shadow of a bridge

You will sit and watch the seedlings
In the late late rounding of the sun
And your gaze will be troubled
But I'll be gone
Yes, I'll be gone

You will sit and watch the seedlings
In the late, late rounding of the sun
And your gaze will be troubled
But I'll be gone
Yes, I'll be gone
(Yes, I'll be gone)
I'll be gone
(Whoa, I'll be gone)
I'll be gone
(Oh, I'll be gone)
I'll be gone