Early in the morning when the sunlight makes a daynAnd the birds on their wires sing, well I saynnIt's a beautiful world, it is green it is bluenIt's the colour of diamonds rough and unhewnnIts got mountains and valleys and trees and the rainnWashes away what need not remainnnLater in the sunshine of a noon time soliliquaynAs the rights of a passage come down upon mennIt's as strange as a feeling when death comes to saynThat the ones whom you love must be on their waynAnd I can't for the life of me quite understandnWhat I'm feeling or where I standnnEarlier in the evening of a past life reverienStands an answer to the future and what it holds for menLonger should I stand though within a certain limbonAs what be will always be so much better than thatnnI can see in the mountains and valleys and rainsnThat wash away life to leave us remainsnOf a life not quite lived still I feel it's a shamenThat some people really need a little rain.