A Soft Rain's Gonna Fall

What did you see my brown eyed son What did you see, my darling young one I saw a blind woman saddened by her role at the margins Saw a wandering shaman trying to rescue his mother Saw ten thousand vultures afraid of their shadows Saw medicine vines strangling their growers Saw rivers like oceans flooding their churches Saw white rabid dogs in the dark early morning Saw families offering singing grilled fishes Saw 45 villages braiding and staining Saw the death of a nation bleeding and straining Saw densities open into brown dancing bodies Saw a lonesome young sailor covered in questions Saw one hundred red suns dripping black rivers Saw the tower of love collapsed and asunder And it's a soft, soft, soft, soft Rain that's going to fall Wetting my head until i'm dead and gone Breathing out life into the jungle moss That will always be a yearning for that soft rainfall And what did you hear my brown eyed son And what did you hear, my darling young one I heard agony laughing from the mouths of the monkeys I heard preachers positioned to take blood from the children I heard engines becoming the masters of waters I heard songs that were forming in the halos of trees I heard crackling fires that were destined to heal I heard empty white speeches whose fraud went unnoticed I heard buzzing green spirits in the insects around me I heard destiny calling but nobody listening I heard drums that possessed the remembrance of ages I heard languages carried by boats to Brasilia I heard lovers entwined in a battle of bodies I heard stories of spirits protecting the forest And it's a soft, soft, soft, soft Rain that's going to fall Wetting my head until i'm dead and gone Breathing out life into the jungle moss That will always be a yearning for that soft rainfall And who will you be, my brown eyed son And who will you be, my darling young one I will be the first man enraptured in fire I will be the communion of all those who are with me I will make love so gently to those who deceived me I will share all the blessings of the good earth around me I will honor my father and forgive my mother I will swim in the river and rest in the Spirit I will offer my body when the good Lord demands it I will dance and I'll fall like the ones who were servants I will sing out my wings and anchor in singing I will splash the cold water when in danger of sleeping I'll build ten thousand idols and watch them all crumble I'll meet with the gods and unburden their madness I'll pray and reflect in the mirror of women I'll play in the market until my hands are a blistered I'll be the red heart that goes on a beating I'll be the sweet summer that softens my sadness And it's a soft, soft, soft, soft Rain that's going to fall Wetting my head until i'm dead and gone Breathing out life into the jungle moss That will always be a yearning for that soft rainfall