Early Summer Rain
Whispers in the Rain: Unveiling Life's Mysteries through Kevin Welch's Melodic Journey
Lyrics
I dream with my eyes open
I envision things while awake
I see with my eyes closed
I perceive with my eyes shut
I watch through many windows
I observe various perspectives
Heaven only knows
The true nature is uncertain
Some words can't be spoken
Some sentiments cannot be expressed
Some things can't be explained
Certain things defy explanation
Out when it gets lonesome
Isolation emerges when solitude sets in
In the early summer rain
During the initial summer rainfall
Black crow he's the joker
A black crow embodies humor
Red rail hawk's the king
A red rail hawk symbolizes authority
Diamondback he's the tax man
A diamondback signifies the tax burden
He don't miss a thing
A vigilant observer
Out where there's no forgiveness
In a realm devoid of mercy
Out where's there's no blame
No accountability
Out where it's gets lonesome
Loneliness prevails
In the early summer rain
Amidst the early summer rain
There's wind down in these ditches
Wind in the low areas
There's red dust on the rye
Red dust covering the rye
But there's storm up on the ridges
Storms brewing on the hills
There's a silver tear in my eyes
Tears welling up
All I know is you my friend
You, my companion, are unaware of my suffering
Will not see my pain
Intense pain is hidden
Out where it gets lonesome
Isolation intensifies
In the early summer rain
During the early summer rain
There's a red flying horse by the roadside
A red flying horse on the roadside
Spreading his wings again
Spreading wings symbolically
Me and him are gonna take a little ride
A joint journey ahead
Hope we catch a good tail wind
Hoping for favorable winds
Take me to the purple mountain
Destination: the unknown, where anonymity reigns
Where nobody knows my name
Yearning for obscurity
Out where it gets lonesome
Isolation deepens
In the early summer rain
During the early summer rain
There's wind down in these ditches
Wind in the low areas
There's red dust on the rye
Red dust covering the rye
But there's storm up on the ridges
Storms brewing on the hills
There's a silver tear in my eyes
Tears welling up
All I know is you my friend
You, my companion, are unaware of my suffering
Will not see my pain
Intense pain is hidden
Out where it gets lonesome
Isolation intensifies
In the early summer rain
During the early summer rain
All I know is you my friend
You, my companion, are unaware of my suffering
Will not see my pain
Intense pain is hidden
Out where it gets lonesome
Isolation intensifies
In the early summer rain
During the early summer rain
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