Autumn s come
And the leaves are lookin brown and dry
Sun swings low,
A fruit resists the thirsty ground
Uselessly,
I try to coax a cloud or two
Searchin the skies,
Knowin there ain t nothing left to do

Summer s turned to gold,
My garden s tired and old,
The dust swirls round my bowl -
And still, no sign of rain

Faithfully,
I ve tended to my patch of land
Year by year,
I ve scratched to keep my humble clan
Now and then
Some thunderheads come out of the blue
Trouble is,
They ve always been too far and few

Summer s turned to fall,
The air is thick and cold,
I feel it in my bones -
But still, no sign of rain

Silence shades my lonely claim -
Though all is gold,
there is no rain
Still, I hear my singin bones

And I believe
Rain will fall