Furrowed fields and harvest heaped
on storehouse floors strewn,
but life is not the only gift we
cannot lease to own.
Time belongs to no mere man
he only sees it through.
My time is gone, my yield awaits
my only hope is you.
Gather what has freely fallen,
what I’ve left behind.
I am in your human hands
but once you were in mine.
I took care to clutch your fate
as only I could hold.
I ask you now to grasp my past,
my story must be told.
Should you choose to walk away
so much will be in vain.
You are things I never dreamed.
I am tin roof rain.
I will fall and fall again,
water drumming down.
reminding you of the melody in
yesterday’s sweet sound.
Today is good and may tomorrow be,
but don’t forget the song
that rings each time the rain falls down
please, won’t you sing along?
