The Rains - Henry Jamison

And the trees blow around

In the gathering gale

As I loose my bloodhound

Upon the trail

And the rains came heavy from the north

And they were all outside

But I was not

I was in the kitchen looking out over the fields

Standing in the doorway, the doorway

Watching the lightning and the trees sway

Singing «I me mine, I me mine»

And the rains came heavy from the north

They were in their little boats

But I was not

I was in bed

And I pillow bite

In my dream I sleepwalk

And I drink a beer

With Doris Day at the café down the block

So drink your beer

Drink your coffee

In the fear

Of the great nothing

Standing in the doorway, the doorway

Watching the lightning and the trees sway

Singing «I me mine, I me mine»

Standing in the doorway, the doorway

Watching the lightning and the trees sway

Singing «I me mine, I me mine»