Once I told you of the story
of when the day and night fell asleep
and in that moment
before the rainfall
came the tale of when time stilled.
In the morning
before the rainfall,
there goes love
that cannot be found
and then I tell you of the story
of when day and night go sleep.
O how far
we are from morning,
when the guiding star comes home.
O how much
we do wonder,
when the day will fade away.
In the moment,
before the rainfall,
there goes love
that will be free from sleep
and then I tell you of the story
of the day without rain.
