All day the mountains rose behind

the 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

In my heart I hold your photograph

and the thought of you comes on like the feel

of the coming rains...



Hot breeze ran its fingers through

the long grass of the thatched roof eave

They stuck me in the only chair

while they cooked casaba and a luckless hen

They asked for one well, three lanterns and

200 litres of fuel and I said,"Who, me?"



And the time for planting's coming soon

and the thought of you comes on like the feel

of the coming rains



In the town neon flickers in the ruins

Seven crows swoop past a luscious moon

If I had wings like those there'd be no waiting

I'd come panting to your door,

slide like smoke into your room



All day the mountains rose behind

the 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

In my heart I hold your photograph

and the thought of you comes on like the feel

of the coming rains



And the time for planting's coming soon

and the thought of you comes on like the feel

of the coming rains