Words of the Late Stuart Adamson. |
| If I hold my hand to you Though you never asked me to You will know it's time for the Rains to come And you must help me through If you feel the fear on me That I know the eye cant see It comes with the sadness that The autumn brings So we know what has to be In the rain dance I cool it all down It is the year to come Oh when this one's run When you put your arms on me Are they meant to set me free Or hold me like his masters voice And put the spell on me I only have these hands I only have the land I fear you like the frost that Spring can bring Or the fire of a cattle brand We are not dust we are not stone Just the wild seed is sown No-one knows how we bring it home We only take as we have grown When we take all this to town And I buy the wedding gown We will find the new born year As the winter crashes down. |