The Coming Rains

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All day mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields
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And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea
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It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away
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In my heart I hold your photograph
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And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains
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Hot breeze ran its fingers through the long grass of a thatched roof eave
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They stuck me in the only chair they had while they cooked cassava
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And a luckless hen
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They asked for one well three lanterns and 200 litres of fuel and
         Bb
I said, "Who, me?"
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And the time for planting's coming soon
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And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

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In the town neon flickers in the ruins
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Seven crows swoop past the luscious moon
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If I had wings like those there'd be no waiting
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I'd come panting to your door and slide like smoke into your room
Bb                                                              F
All day the mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields
Bb                                                                 F
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea
C                                                       Dm          Bb
It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away
F
In my heart I hold your photograph
Gm                                                   F
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains
F
And the time for planting's coming soon
Gm                                                   F
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

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