If It Won't Talk of Rain
Dressed up my garden with pianos and lace
Waiting for a pardon from some higher grace
Maybe it'll come today, maybe tonight
But the boys in the garden are making me shy
Ordered to charge in and let my flowers die
Checking my clothes in the school bus window
If I'm not pretty here how can I be pretty anywhere?
If he takes me for dinner can he waive my fee?
I guess music is love and my loving is free
Strong water child
Born hungry and wild
I'm raised to the ground
I'm proud but I'm down
And it's hard to explain
But what's a voice of the north if it won't talk of rain?
Pulled up to the angel
And sat at the base
Searched for the eyes in the iron clad face
I've always loved you
But today I am sad
Are you here for us all
Or just the hardest of man?
Just keeping us here in your grand master plan
Strong water child
Born hungry and wild
I'm raised to the ground
I'm proud but I'm down
And it's hard to explain
I love all the men that share my name
I know it's not them that I should blame
I'm so proud but I'm down
And it's hard to explain
But what's the voice of the north if it won't talk of rain?
Waiting for a pardon from some higher grace
Maybe it'll come today, maybe tonight
But the boys in the garden are making me shy
Ordered to charge in and let my flowers die
Checking my clothes in the school bus window
If I'm not pretty here how can I be pretty anywhere?
If he takes me for dinner can he waive my fee?
I guess music is love and my loving is free
Strong water child
Born hungry and wild
I'm raised to the ground
I'm proud but I'm down
And it's hard to explain
But what's a voice of the north if it won't talk of rain?
Pulled up to the angel
And sat at the base
Searched for the eyes in the iron clad face
I've always loved you
But today I am sad
Are you here for us all
Or just the hardest of man?
Just keeping us here in your grand master plan
Strong water child
Born hungry and wild
I'm raised to the ground
I'm proud but I'm down
And it's hard to explain
I love all the men that share my name
I know it's not them that I should blame
I'm so proud but I'm down
And it's hard to explain
But what's the voice of the north if it won't talk of rain?
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Writer(s): Benjamin John Christophers, Imogen Ellen Boston Williams, Alexander Parish
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