The boughs are bare, and the hills have worn to dust, and the cool rushing waters have run dry.
The red wine grapes hang withered on the vine, and gone is the songbird from the sky.
Oh, it's gonna be a long, dry season.
Oh, it's gonna be a while till the rainbow bears.
Oh, it's gonna be a time for me.
Oh, it's gonna be a lever until the grass is green again.
No matter all that fuel it's gonna be fine.
Closer to you than milf gliders.
Closer to you than pillars.
Closer to you than lovers instead.
Closer to you than work gaining.
Closer to you than love eating.
Closer to you than hard work.
Closer to you than time all around.
Closer to you than our own luxury.
Oh, it's gonna be a long, dry season
Oh, it's gonna be a while till the rainbow beds
Oh, it's gonna be a time for believing
A time to hope when hope is gone
Hope is gone to keep on keeping on
Until the grass is green again
Again
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Long dry season
Long dry season
Long dry season