Dark shadows blowing in the wind,
Trail spirits what whispers in glen;
Heartfelt worries become the trend
Be it again, be it again
Nails scratching head thinking even more,
Wondering why thunder implores;
Ample treasure of secret stores
The gutter roars, the gutter roars.
Least ways the music of the spheres,
In stars and bars of preferred shares
Calms the Aspen in growing cares
Diviner airs, diviner airs.
I step the puddle from the rain,
Then I must splash it once again;
To know of this song that sustains
Is not rain plain? Is not rain plain?