The cycle

(Brooker) Rain is falling all around It seeps into the ground and it flows let it grow, let it grow Streams by water filled Feed rivers, turning mills and it grows let it flow, let it flow Raindrops are tears falling from Heaven I've seen the mist rise up from the Severn The chain is complete, the cycle not broken Teardrops are rain that say more than any words spoken Wheat and barleycorn by help of moisture born, our food Let it grow, let it grow Usk or the Wye, it doesn't bother me Sea, river, lake, as long as they're close and free Ask me why? Water's a part of me I'm even-tenths wet! Yes all but a third of me's Water Water {Severn, Usk and Wye are rivers in the south-west of England} Dark and thund'ry skies Cloud our eyes: that's how it goes Let it flow, let it flow Let it grow, Let it grow Let it flow, let it flow.