Raindrops are falling on my head.
Wake me up when I'm feeling dead.
They bring to me a bit of sky.
Remind me of all your promises that seemed so high.
Why look at the few thorns?
when all around me are bags of wheat and corn.
I open my eyes everyday,
without reminding you or a need to say.
Colourful raindrops are falling on my head.
Even while I lay asleep on my bed.
Without me knowing it,
You cut everything and make it fit.
Raindrops are falling.
And the birds are calling.
They sing praises to Your name.
And I join in to exclaim.
With these raindrops...
that bring life to a dead corpse.