(Brooker)



Rain is falling all around

It seeps into the ground and it flows

let it grow, let it grow



Streams by water filled

Feed rivers, turning mills and it grows

let it flow, let it flow



Raindrops are tears falling from Heaven

I've seen the mist rise up from the Severn

The chain is complete, the cycle not broken

Teardrops are rain that say more than any words spoken



Wheat and barleycorn

by help of moisture born, our food

Let it grow, let it grow



Usk or the Wye, it doesn't bother me

Sea, river, lake, as long as they're close and free

Ask me why? Water's a part of me

I'm even-tenths wet! Yes all but a third of me's Water

Water {Severn, Usk and Wye are rivers in the south-west of England}



Dark and thund'ry skies

Cloud our eyes: that's how it goes



Let it flow, let it flow

Let it grow, Let it grow

Let it flow, let it flow.