Oh, the Rain

Oh, I sat atop the hills and tore them down

Oh, the rain it fell with me to the ground

And I fear that I soon will start to drown

In this water that surrounds

Oh, oh~

And I dream about golden fields of rye

Fields of wheat where we could run for miles and miles

Oh, my friends don't fear let's drop out bags and dive

Into these waters

These waters

These waters that surround

Oh, oh~

Amidst these dreams I can dream

And these waters

They surround