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Lyrics:
Oh I’ve heard a story of a little boy from India
His eyes were green and his heart swayed with the sea
And there was a tired man full of worry
He feared the rain and it drove his heart to poverty
He said, “when the rain comes / We’ll all be washed away”
But the boy quietly got to his knees
He prayed at night for all set right
Oh the tired man / He craved, caught, killed caressed the comfort of fear
Wore the shadow for a cloak, all satin and sheer
But the boy bought him lamps / Brought him bottles of ocean clear
Showed him creatures bright as pearl / Said the ocean tasted like a tear
He said, “when the rain comes, it’ll flow to the sea”
But the man he was spent / It could only spell calamity
He could only see Hell / He said, “when the rain comes
No one will listen when you pray” / But the boy said, “Take my hand
“Come with me / And you’ll be free
Feel the breeze blow off the sea
You can see far / But it’s about
What you can’t see”
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