((Like The Touch Of Rain))
Like the Touch Of Rain she was
On a mans flesh and hair and eyes
Then the low of walking thus
Has taken him by suprise
With the Love of the storm he burns
He sings, he laughs, well i know how,
But forgets when he returns
As i shall forget her 'Go now'
Those two shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.
