Seven Hills - Soft Rains | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Seven Hills
• Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white.

There will come soft rains!
Soft rains! Soft rains!...
There will come soft rains!
Soft rains!

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

There will come soft rains!
Soft rains! Soft rains!...
There will come soft rains!
Soft rains!

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

There will come soft rains!
Soft rains! Soft rains!...
There will come soft rains!
Soft rains!

Seven Hills еще тексты