Speak
Between the floods
And make, make it long become
Oh clear as sin, the summer sun
At least the weight will test our thoughts
and certain us

Oh rains, raise a mighty son
and bear the weight of it
Your heavy burden at the gate
The hour was loose in several ways
Your hurting us
And how we should we, Your true love know
Say your mate is dead and gone
No friendly drug, no open door
We miss him so
We miss him more
And fall apart
Inauspicious starts
Shake, shake our weary hearts
You self deceived, you gentle thief
Our sinful ways still present with us every day, every day