My lilac
Is wilting away
Been bone dry
Haven't felt a drop of rain
I'd trade away my shoes
For some puddle stomping boots
Oh lover whatever will I do
Mercy
The fateful day has come
Came pouring down
From thundering clouds above
My soil has soaked up
Your water like a sponge
Oh lover been long overdue
My lilac
Is sturdy in the wind
It never felt this strong
Taking punches off the chin
Colors so bright
Needed water and your light
Oh lover there's nothing left to do
Oh lover it's growing season with you
Oh lover it's growing season with you
Oh lover it's growing season with you