The Coming Rains

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All day mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields 
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And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea 
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It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away 
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In my heart I hold your photograph 
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And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains 

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Hot breeze ran its fingers through the long grass of a thatched roof eave 
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They stuck me in the only chair they had while they cooked cassava 
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And a luckless hen 
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They asked for one well three lanterns and 200 litres of fuel and 
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I said, "Who, me?" 
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And the time for planting's coming soon 
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And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains 

Instrumental 
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In the town neon flickers in the ruins 
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Seven crows swoop past the luscious moon 
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If I had wings like those there'd be no waiting 
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I'd come panting to your door and slide like smoke into your room 

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All day the mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields 
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And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea 
C                                                       Dm          Bb 
It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away 

F 
In my heart I hold your photograph 
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And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains 

F 
And the time for planting's coming soon 
Gm                                                   F 
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains 

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