oh, the rain

oh i sat atop the hills and tore them down, oh the rain it fell with me to the ground, and i fear that i soon will start to drown, in this water that surrounds, and i dream about golden fields of rye, fields of wheat where we would run for miles and miles, oh my friends don't fear let's drop our bags and dive, into these waters, these waters, these waters surround, amidst these dreams i can dream, and these waters, they surround