Soft Rains (songwriter: Russ Mason, based on a poem by Sara Teasdale)

[Verse 1] Robins will wear Their feathery fire And whistle their whims On a low fence wire Frogs in the pools Singing at night And the wild plum trees In tremulous white Not one will know Of the war, not one And not one will care At last when it's done [Chorus] As the soft rains fall The birds and the frogs and the trees Notice nothing at all And the soft rains fall [Verse 2] There will come soft rains And the smell of the ground And the swallows circling With their shimmering sound And spring herself When she wakes at dawn Will scarcely know That we are all gone [Chorus] As the soft rains fall The birds and the frogs and the trees Notice nothing at all And the soft rains fall [Bridge] And not one will know Of the war, not one And not one will mind At last when it's done [Outro] And the soft rains fall And the soft rains fall And the soft rains fall