Beautiful Rain - Afro Celt Sound System

In this golden age, indifference reigns

I lay down my head

My pillow the sidewalk

I hear the dance of rain

On the empty streets, past cathedral spires

And the angels wings before dawn

Cross the empty fields and silent shires

This is how i hear you

Call — calling, beautiful rain

Fall — falling, call me again

In this olden world

Harder than a gemstone would it be to change

Once a youthful garden now her flowers fade

And her soul hardens

Her skies rage and her babies won’t age

And history falls hard from the page

Fall falling, beautiful rain

Call calling, call me again