01-01-2013, 05:26 AM
Your love fell on me like rain after drought
So, thirsty and parched, I drank you in.
Green shoots in my soul sprang out of the dark
A harvest of love, reap from my heart.
Full, ready and ripe I wait for the scythe
Come gather the fruit that’s yours by right
So, thirsty and parched, I drank you in.
Green shoots in my soul sprang out of the dark
A harvest of love, reap from my heart.
Full, ready and ripe I wait for the scythe
Come gather the fruit that’s yours by right