(Michael Pinder)
The rain is on the roof.
Hurry high, butterfly,
As clouds roll past my head.
I know why the skies all cry.
Om. Om. Heaven. Om.
The Earth turns slowly round.
Far away, the distant sound
Is with us everyday.
Can you hear what it say?
Om. Om. Heaven. Om.
The rain is on the roof.
Hurry high, butterfly,
As clouds roll past my head.
I know why the skies all cry.
Om. Om. Heaven. Om.
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Lyrics originally uploaded by Bob Pietkivitch ([email protected]) and
corrected
with the help of the Lost Chords mailing list. Since lyric sheets were not
included
with either the LP or CD releases of this album, additional corrections are
welcome.
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