Thirsty In The Rain - Peter Rowan

There’s an eagle, and he keeps on flying

Over the mountains capped in white snow

In green valleys lonesome people trying so hard

To tell each other what they think they know

With greedy hands they take each others money

Just to buy back this helpless place

In this land of flowing milk and honey

We wander thirsty in the rain

Thirsty in the rain

Just like that eagle, now my soul is flying

Over the valleys in the crimson morning sky

And there don’t seem to be no use in struggling so hard

And there don’t seem to be no reasons why

But I must fight you for a rich man’s money

So I can buy back this helpless place

Seems so useless and somehow funny

To be thirsty in the rain

Thirsty in the rain

Fare thee well, now my own true lover

My face you will never see here no more

But there is one promise that is given

That I will meet you on that shiny golden shore

Golden shore, love where the eagles soar so high

Above the fruitful plain

I’m the same friend that you knew when

We wandered thirsty in the rain

Thirsty in the rain