The Clouds Are Dry

Words and music by Howard Kranz

G Em

Something is terribly wrong; I can’t live this life anymore;

Em G

I can’t live this life anymore.

G Em

Something is terribly wrong; the clouds are all dry;

Em G

the clouds are all dry.

C G C G

If we could just have a little rain to fill the waterhole

C G C D

then we could see our reflection; then birth could return to this land.

C G C G

But the clouds are dry.

C G

Their pale anger stiffens the sky.

G

And the old women stand in a ring

Em G Em

all around the dry banks, and they silently sing:

C G C G

If we could just have a little rain to fill the waterhole

C G C D

then we could see our reflection; then birth could return to this land.

C G C G

But the clouds are dry.

C G

Their pale anger stiffens the sky.

G

Something is terribly wrong.