Hope is like the rain turns dry creek-beds into streams   And I forget the long and lonely drought that hollowed out my dreams   And I'm content to chase my songbird, wherever she may fly   I've got time to learn her story, to find her scars, and find out why      And so I wait   But what is rain without the sun?   My river banks are overrun without your love      Well, I have waited seven years and I'd wait seven more   If only I can show your father, I'm worth wait I've asked him for   And if I could marry you tomorrow, I'm not sure that I would   Because the Lord is wise, and it's good sometimes just to long for something good      And what are dreams, but rising suns that long to wake and find us undone?   And if you can't convince your mind, I'm not asking you to lie, just be my love