No Sign Of Rain - The Gone Jackals

Autumn s come

And the leaves are lookin brown and dry.

Sun swings low,

A fruit resists the thirsty ground.

Uselessly,

I try to coax a cloud or two.

Searchin the skies,

Knowin there ain t nothing left to do.

Summer s turned to gold,

My garden s tired and old,

The dust swirls round my bowl —

And still, no sign of rain.

Faithfully,

I ve tended to my patch of land.

Year by year,

I ve scratched to keep my humble clan.

Now and then

Some thunderheads come out of the blue.

Trouble is,

They ve always been too far and few.

Summer s turned to fall,

The air is thick and cold,

I feel it in my bones —

But still, no sign of rain.

Silence shades my lonely claim —

Though all is gold,

there is no rain.

Still, I hear my singin bones

And I believe

Rain will fall.