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?