If The Rain Comes - Tim Buckley

In dreams of desert winds

You’ll come to me

And give to me your wild and seething sands

And round crystal stairs of mansions fine

We’ll dance away our loving minds

Oh but if the rain comes, oh we’ll turn to lies

And while you smile to me

I’ll try to find a perfect rhyme to tell my love so knowingly

And while beggars beg for silver things

I’ll steal for you golden wings

Oh but if the rain comes, oh we’ll turn to lies

But please stay until the rain

And take my love, please give me love

I need you to keep me warm

And with so many dreams ahead of us

Such lovely dreams, bless our bed

Oh but if the rain comes, oh we’ll turn to lies

In dreams of desert winds

You’ll come to me

And give to me your wild and seething sands

And round crystal stairs of mansions fine

We’ll dance away our loving minds

Oh but if the rain comes, oh we’ll turn to lies