Why Donít It Rain?
I donít ask very much of life. Iím satisfied it seems
To work and slave each long day thru
And spend each night in dreams.
Thereís one thing I canít understand
And it donít seem quite fair
For days the plains have needed rain
Is something wrong up there?
Blaziní sunshine every day, open ranges seem to say
Soon weíll wither and decay our life away
Why donít it rain?
See that little creature hurry to the shade.
He donít know. I see him there,
Tiny feet all blistered, but he donít seem afraid.
Guess I better tell him to beware
Thereís a vulture in the sky, and he knows the reason why
Everything will surely die, and so will I.
(Read by Wayne Austin.)
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