Bruce Cockburn - The coming rains

^BbAll day mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields^{F Bb}And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling ^Flike a r^Dmough s^Fea ^CIt's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somew^Dmhere in the ^Bbfar away ^FIn my heart I hold your photograph ^GmAnd the thought of you comes on like the feel of the ^Fcoming rains

^BbHot breeze ran its fingers through the long grass of a thatched roof ^Feave ^BbThey stuck me in the only chair they had while they cooked cassava And a luckless ^Fhen ^CThey asked for one well three lanterns and 200 litres of ^Dmfuel and I said, "^BbWho, me?" ^FAnd the time for planting's coming soon ^GmAnd the thought of you comes on like the feel of the ^Fcoming rains

^CIn the town neon flickers in the ruins ^FSeven ^Gbcrows s^Dbwoop past the luscious m^Foon ^DmIf I had wings like those there'd be no ^Fwaiting ^BmI'd come panting to your door and slide like s^Dmoke i^Ebnto your r^Foom

^BbAll day the mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning f^Fields ^BbAnd road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a ^Frough sea ^CIt's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere ^Dmin the far a^Bbway

^FIn my heart I hold your photograph ^GmAnd the thought of you comes on like the feel of the ^Fcoming rains

^FAnd the time for planting's coming soon ^GmAnd the thought of you comes on like the feel of the ^Fcoming rains