The Beginning

The echo of the bells on New Years Day
Will sound again and then will fade away
Reviving your beliefs on Easter Day
Grinding through your mind – it slips away

Our souls are burning
The land is dry
Our children are dying
But it will rain!

The blooming crops of summer on Harvest Day
Will die in Fall and then blow far away
The beauty of the leaves on an Autumn Day
Explode in colours once then fade to grey

Our souls are burning
The land is dry
Our children are dying
But it will rain!

The sunny hope of springtime on a winter day
Might even come in close – then fade away
The joy and love of God on Christmas Day
Resemblance of a joke – we fade away

Our souls are burning
The land is dry
(The land is dry)
Our children are dying
But it will rain!
(It will rain!)