Drought

We pray good times will come again, As we sit and beg for rain, We pray good times will soon draw nigh As we dry the tears we cry, And watch our livestock die. I am tired of singing the same old song This drought has lasted way too long Ten years now it has been Since decent rain we have seen As storm clouds gather on the coasts Flooding rivers, roads and signposts We wait hoping, praying for a bit Those coastal towns are always hit We pray good times will come again, As we sit and beg for rain, We pray good times will soon draw nigh As we dry the tears we cry, And watch our livestock die. We save and skimp and stand our ground Praying for that magic sound Of raindrops hitting thirsty earth, Filling dams, creating rebirth When the rains fall far away Flooding waters speed our way Drowning livestock, stealing fences Removing soil, causing dam breaches We pray good times will come again, As we sit and beg for rain, We pray good times will soon draw nigh As we dry the tears we cry, And watch our livestock die. Life on the land is tough, they say Yet we are tougher still, we pray Not often do we take a stand But now we need your helping hand Livestock and men are dying here Women weep for all they hold dear The time has come we cannot wait Depression is looming at our gate We pray good times will come again, As we sit and beg for rain, We pray good times will soon draw nigh As we dry the tears we cry, And watch our men folk die.