A Soft Rain's Gonna Fall

What did you see my brown eyed son
What did you see, my darling young one
I saw a blind woman saddened by her role at the margins
Saw a wandering shaman trying to rescue his mother
Saw ten thousand vultures afraid of their shadows
Saw medicine vines strangling their growers
Saw rivers like oceans flooding their churches
Saw white rabid dogs in the dark early morning
Saw families offering singing grilled fishes
Saw 45 villages braiding and staining
Saw the death of a nation bleeding and straining
Saw densities open into brown dancing bodies
Saw a lonesome young sailor covered in questions
Saw one hundred red suns dripping black rivers
Saw the tower of love collapsed and asunder

And it's a soft, soft, soft, soft
Rain that's going to fall
Wetting my head until i'm dead and gone
Breathing out life into the jungle moss
That will always be a yearning for that soft rainfall

And what did you hear my brown eyed son
And what did you hear, my darling young one
I heard agony laughing from the mouths of the monkeys
I heard preachers positioned to take blood from the children
I heard engines becoming the masters of waters
I heard songs that were forming in the halos of trees
I heard crackling fires that were destined to heal
I heard empty white speeches whose fraud went unnoticed
I heard buzzing green spirits in the insects around me
I heard destiny calling but nobody listening
I heard drums that possessed the remembrance of ages
I heard languages carried by boats to Brasilia
I heard lovers entwined in a battle of bodies
I heard stories of spirits protecting the forest

And it's a soft, soft, soft, soft
Rain that's going to fall
Wetting my head until i'm dead and gone
Breathing out life into the jungle moss
That will always be a yearning for that soft rainfall

And who will you be, my brown eyed son
And who will you be, my darling young one
I will be the first man enraptured in fire
I will be the communion of all those who are with me
I will make love so gently to those who deceived me
I will share all the blessings of the good earth around me
I will honor my father and forgive my mother
I will swim in the river and rest in the Spirit
I will offer my body when the good Lord demands it
I will dance and I'll fall like the ones who were servants
I will sing out my wings and anchor in singing
I will splash the cold water when in danger of sleeping
I'll build ten thousand idols and watch them all crumble
I'll meet with the gods and unburden their madness
I'll pray and reflect in the mirror of women
I'll play in the market until my hands are a blistered
I'll be the red heart that goes on a beating
I'll be the sweet summer that softens my sadness

And it's a soft, soft, soft, soft
Rain that's going to fall
Wetting my head until i'm dead and gone
Breathing out life into the jungle moss
That will always be a yearning for that soft rainfall