• Grey clouds on golden plains,
    I hope to see it rain again,

    But when I watch the setting sun,
    Realising this day is done,

    Knowing that not a single drop has touched this earth,
    And that the dirt remains, just dirt,

    I think of all the seeds I sew,
    And hope tomorrow they may grow,

    But still it worries me through and through,

    The grey clouds on golden plains...