| And the bows are there
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| And the hills have worn to dust
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| And the cool rushing waters
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| Have run dry
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| The red wine grapes
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| Hang withered on the wine
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| And gone is the songbird
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| From the sky
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| Oh it’s gonna be a long dry season
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| Oh it’s gonna be a while
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| Till the rainbow bend
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| It’s gonna be a time for believers
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| Until the grass is green again
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| Oh it’s gonna be a long dry season
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| Oh it’s gonna be a while
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| Till the rainbow bend
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| It’s gonna be a time for believers
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| A time to hope when hope is gone
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| To keep on keeping on
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| Until the grass is green again
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| Long dry season
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| A long dry season
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| (A long dry season) |