What Can I
What can I say
That won’t give me away?
The rain pours down
On the village green.
What can I do
That will lead me to You?
The moss it grows
On the ancient trees.
What can I think?
Tears come and I blink.
The path it winds
Through the scattered pines.
What can I say
That won’t give me away?
What can I do
That will lead me to You?
What can I think?
Tears come and I blink.
The rain pours down
On the village green
The moss it grows
On the ancient trees
The path it winds
Through the scattered pines.
The smell of mud
The smell of growth
The smell life
And life has hope.
Oh, this is so beautiful and encouraging!