Make the rains come, oh God, to you we’ve plead,
On crops not a drop’s shed.
Make the rains come? Ain’t no rains come.

On the sun shines, although we’ve prayed and prayed
(On the sun shines down),
But no rain has been made
(All the blades turn brown),
On the sun shines, on the sun shines.

Rain—none to find;
Shine of sun ain’t fine.

We implore you to now start up the rain
(But no rains come down);
Rain don’t stain this terrain
(All the plains are brown);
We implore you, we need Noah you.

Rain—none to find;
Shine of sun ain’t fine.

Can’t you hear us? We need the rains, not shine
(We need rain, not shine);
The ground’s too alkaline
(Much like a salt mine).

Can’t you hear us?
The sun sears us.

[fade on glossolalia]