| Holy mother
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| Receive our hearts in your arms
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| And let our souls pass
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| The day the rain returns again
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| Holy mother
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| Receive our hearts in your arms
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| And let our souls pass
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| The day the rain returns again
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| We pass down our wisdom
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| After sunshine comes thunder
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| The longer the drought
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| The heavier the clouds
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| Collecting water in glass
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| Counting the days against the crops that last
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| A dwarf shoot yawns at the sky
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| Daring a stratonimbus in the vicinity to spit on it
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| When Earth is submerging
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| And heaven is open
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| The river will carry all of us to
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| Where we belong
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| But then a shadow is cast
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| Over the fields a shower first
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| Then a torrent crashes down
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| Releasing the jungle swelling in the ground
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| And as was foretold our time is out
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| Holy mother
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| Receive our hearts in your arms
|
| And let our souls pass
|
| The day the rain returns again
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| Holy mother
|
| Receive our hearts in your arms
|
| And let our souls pass
|
| The day the rain returns again
|
| Holy mother
|
| Receive our hearts in your arms
|
| And let our souls pass
|
| The day the rain returns again
|
| Holy mother
|
| Receive our hearts in your arms
|
| And let our souls pass
|
| The day the rain returns again
|
| We pass down our wisdom
|
| After sunshine comes thunder
|
| The longer the drought
|
| The heavier the clouds
|
| When Earth is submerging
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| And heaven is open
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| The river will carry all of us to
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| Where we belong
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| And no-one shall be left over
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| (Where we belong)
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| For the river’s too strong
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| (Where we belong)
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| I trust mother to know
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| (Where we belong)
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| So watch the raindrops |