You know they say, they always say
That things will get better
If you believe in love, believe in hope
Believe in the way that you feel
But my trouble is
My troubles aren't real
They're real enough that in as much
As, yes, they are happening
But their burden bears upon the soul
Their weightlessness boring a hole
That's deep enough to dive
So let the rain come down
And fill a swimming hole
Until the sun come out
Then we can go swimming
The turtledove, in all his love
Dissecting his babies
For the mites that dine, upon the plume
Removing them just to make room
'Alas,' he cried, 'although I've tried
The next generation
Has appointed themselves in control
But tremble my young things no more
For we'll never want for our dinner
So let the rain come down
And fill a swimming hole
Until the some come out
Then we can go swimming'
We will swim more, and more, and more, and more, and more
It'll rain more, and more, and more, and more, and more
We will swim more, and more, and more, and more, and more
It'll rain more, and more, and more, and more, and more
It'll rain more, and more, and more, and more, and more
We will swim more, and more, and more, and more, and more
It'll rain more, and more, and more, and more, and more
We will swim more, and more, and more, and more, and more
