The Clouds by Cynthia Gray

Gently falling rain,

falling from the sky,
Streaming down like tear-drops,
tear-drops from on high.
Clouds, oh won't you tell us
(Clouds, oh won't you tell us)
what those tears are for?
(What those tears are for)
Do you weep for something,
(weep for something)
something we've ignored?


Could it be that from your

lofty post so high above
You have seen how little
we have given of our love?
Do you see the lonely, weary,
troubled and the poor?
Have you seen the fighting and the war?

Clouds, there must be some way

(there must be some way)
to make your crying cease.
(make your crying cease)
Share with us the secret
(with us the secret)
of happiness and peace.


Do you mean to say that
each of us can play a part?
With each spark of love we light,
a flame of love may start.
Reaching all around us,
giving hope to those we know;
This, you say, will help
true peace to grow?
Clouds, though you are parting,
(though you are parting)
your point you've made quite clear.
(you've made quite clear)
Peace will never happen
(will never happen)
unless we start it here.
(Unless we start it here)

Unless we start it here

Youtube Link to Song Performance HERE

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An apt song, one that has stuck with me for many years, for a piece of art that I think helps to embody the song itself. A solitary individual in the rain, their concentration taken by some action far below. Is it war? Is it peace?

If it is the latter, then why do the clouds cry?


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