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