I love your nervous fingers
  Won't you fumble all night long
  Let the morning air sting us
  To rise and stumble on
  And down the crooked pavements
  The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf
  The brittle bell chimes
  And fortune smiles with it's broken teeth
  
  And the many-rivered land
  Grateful for the rain
  I'd be grateful for one morsel
  Of your lovin' again
  
  Summer restless summer
  Won't let sleeping dogs lie
  Your barbed voice
  Re-awakens time gone by
  Owls face fine boned
  Parched land dry stone
  Thunders muttered promise
  Impatient gull on the scented wind
  Your grey eyes startling
  Rain nearly upon us
  
  And the many-rivered land
  Grateful for the rain
  I'd be grateful for one morsel
  Of your lovin' again
  And the many-rivered land
  Grateful for the rain
  I'd be grateful for one morsel
  I'd be grateful for one morsel
  I'd be grateful for one morsel
  Of your lovin' again