Chant - Peter Bradley Adams

Call on the rain

And drown out my eyes

And I’ll stare at the flame

In a blood streaked sky

Call up the day

In red mountain light

And sing me the name

A thousand times

Ramana, ramana hare

Well I stand this ground

That you walked before

A stranger found

As I slowly crack the door

Then I hear a song come

It’s a laughing sound

And with my fear undone

I step back into the crowd

Ramana, ramana hare…