Is There A Moment

Is there a moment when a thought becomes a thing,

And life has wings, like a song, and the rain, softly falling?

And in our roaming to a four-four country swing,

And why we sing, and we dance, in the rain, softly falling.

From the kettle, to the nettle, the water makes the tea,

And the rain, makes the river, makes the ocean, that makes me.

Is there a going journey light and lingering,

While our soul, turns to peace, and the rain, softly falling?

From the rain, to the sun, there’s a dream come true for everyone,

And the rain, makes the river, makes the ocean, that makes me.

And the rain, makes the river, makes the ocean, that makes me.

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