RAINDROPS

RAINDROPS

We are falling from the sky
To the solid earth below.
From the grey clouds rolling by
To the heavy ground we go.

Falling, falling down go we
On the roof, and on the tree;
Over everything you see-
Pitter, patter; pitter, patter;
What's the matter? What's the matter?

On the snail that creeps along,
On the puddle, brown and wide,
Falling on it all, our song
Drums on everything outside.

Falling, falling we go down
On the hills, and on the town;
On the river, long and brown-
Pitter, patter; pitter, patter;
What's the matter? What's the matter?

Leaving all the grass blades dripping,
Making rings upon the lake,
Through the air we're streaking, slipping
Down the windows like a snake.

Falling, falling down we go,
Flying where the breezes blow,
Trickling down tree-trunks we flow-
Pitter, patter; pitter, patter;
What's the matter? What's the matter?

If we never, never come,
All the plants curl up and die,
Finally the streams won't run,
All the land goes brown and dry.

Falling, falling down go we
On the roof, and on the tree;
Over everything you see-
Pitter, patter; pitter, patter;
What's the matter? What's the matter?