The Clouds Are Dry

Words and music by Howard Kranz

 

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Something is terribly wrong;I canít live this life anymore;

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I canít live this life anymore.

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Something is terribly wrong; the clouds are all dry;

Em†††††††††††††††††††††† G

the clouds are all dry.

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If we could just have a little rainto fill the waterhole

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

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But the clouds are dry.

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Their pale anger stiffens the sky.

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And the old women stand in a ring

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all around the dry banks, and they silently sing:

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If we could just have a little rainto fill the waterhole

C††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† G††††††††††††††††† C†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† D

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

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But the clouds are dry.

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Their pale anger stiffens the sky.

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Something is terribly wrong.