The Coming Rains Bruce Cockburn

[Verse 1]
All day the mountains rose behind
A veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze
And the road rolling like a rough sea
It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight
Somewhere in the far away

[Refrain]
In my heart I hold your photograph
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

[Verse 2]
Hot breeze ran its fingers through
The long grass of a thatched roof eave
They stuck me in the only chair they had
While they cooked cassava and a luckless hen
They asked for one well three lanterns
And two hundred litres of fuel and I said, "Who me?"

[Refrain]
And the time for planting's coming soon
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

[Bridge]
In the town neon flickers in the ruins
Seven crows swoop past the luscious moon
If I had wings like those there'd be no waiting
I'd come panting to your door and slide like smoke into your room