Текст Bruce Cockburn – Rainfall

Rainfall on rolling green
Wavy lines and peacock sheen
Rainfall on rolling green
Prettiest world I’ve ever seen

Faces and places in a highway land
Beads strung on a silver strand
Quick silver in a callused hand
Never a place for the Son of Man

Born under a rainbow sign
Flash of wave in space and time
Molten glass and hearts that shine
Stone to gold in fire refined