What the Thunder Said (Soul Storm Mix)

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and palace and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience With a little patience is what the Thunder Said Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road The road winding above among the mountains Which are mountains of rock without water If there were water we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand If there were only water amongst the rock Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit With a little patience With a little patience Is what the Thunder Said There is not even silence in the mountains But dry sterile thunder without rain There is not even solitude in the mountains But red sullen faces sneer and snarl From doors of mudcracked houses From doors of mudcracked houses If there were water (the sound of water) And no rock (If there were rock) And also water (And water) A spring A pool (among the rock) If there were the sound of water only Not the cicada (And dry grass singing) But sound of water (over a rock) A spring A pool (among the rock) Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop (But there is no water) With a little patience With a little patience Is what the Thunder Said There is not even silence in the mountains But dry sterile thunder without rain There is not even solitude in the mountains But red sullen faces sneer and snarl From doors of mudcracked houses From doors of mudcracked houses If there were water (the sound of water) What the Thunder Said What the Thunder Said