Jimmie Spheeris Follow

I cannot go anymore to the marshes,
Where the gatekeeper smiles at the poisons he's made.
For my heart belongs to the one on the mountain,
Where doves build their nests in the sun-ripened glade.

For I am the Mercury, light of the morning,
Looking for shelter in this thunder and this rain.
And you, like some windmill, weave light where it's storming,
And love like a potion for the hunger and the pain.

Let it rain. . .

I have been bought; and I've been sold in the city.
I've dined with the demons, and I drank of their fear.
But you, you have have known, and waited in silence.
Come cradle my heart in a homecoming tear.

And we are the Mercury, light of the morning,
Looking for shelter in this thunder and this rain.
And we, like some windmill, weave light where it's storming,
As love like a potion for the hunger and the pain.

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain on the mountain,
Let it rain, oh, let it rain, let it rain on the mountain.

Let it rain, come let it rain, let it rain on the mountain,
Let it rain, oh, let it rain, let it rain on the mountain,

Let it rain, come let it rain, oh, let it rain on the mountain,
Let it rain...