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 it's broken teeth
And the many-rivered land Grateful for the rain I'd be grateful for one morsel Of your lovin' again
Summer restless summer Won't let sleeping dogs lie Your barbed voice Re-awakens time gone by Owls face fine boned Parched land dry stone Thunders 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 lovin' 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 lovin' again
Compositor: David Gray (PRS)Editor: Green Scar LimitedECAD verificado obra #15037844 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM