Soon will rise a storm
Will burst into our home
If I'll turn pale of fear
Remind how brave I've been
When it comes to an end
Will my love be like Summer Clouds
To bring life through my hands
To the hills, to the rest of us?
I've been writing words
To be sown in the ground we own
Once born they'll cast shadows
Tall like gods but the menacing ones
When they come at the door
Oh my love be like Summer Clouds
When I just feel too lost
Bring me life through the raining sound
Life to the hills beyond us
Will we harvest storm?
This field of mine is drier than I pretend
I've been lacking words
Since you threw them overhand
The sky looks made of gold
Oh my love be like summer clouds
And wash away the dirt
From the hills, from what rests of us