I want to be rain,
and touch the cheecks of the terrain.....

I myself want a life,
So that the world can revive...

Touching Jane on her eyes,
I want to run down a mile....

Pat on the roof tops and climb the ladder,
sit on the mountains and search underwater,

I want to shake hands with the outstretched hands,
I want to dance with the excitement of being found....

I want to be rain,
sing life to whatever has dried,
want to hear the farmers wonderful cries...