I love your nervous fingers
Won't you fumble all night long
Let the morning air sting us
To rise and stumble on
And down the crooked pavements
The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf
The brittle bell chimes
And fortune smiles with its broken teeth
And the many-rivered land
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again
Summer restless summer
Won't let sleeping dogs lie
Your barbed voice
Re-answers time gone by
Owls face fine boned
Parched land dry stone
Thunder's muttered promise
Impatient gull on the scented wind
Your grey eyes startling
Rain nearly upon us
And the many-rivered land
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again
And the many-rivered land
Grateful for the rain
I'd be grateful for one morsel
I'd be grateful for one morsel
I'd be grateful for one morsel
Of your loving again
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

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