Dry Dry Land - The Rainmakers

A man is not measured by the size of his field

But by the point of his choice

The grain of his voice

The strength of his yield

The breadth of his vision

The cast of his hand

Like you would not believe

In a dry dry land

Like you would not believe, rain in the desert

Like you would not believe, manna from the hand

Peace shall grow in a dry dry land

Oh, I was a fool

I was counting my store

I was counting my money instead of my blessings

And I’ll tell you what’s more

I begrudged the poor

I hated the lazy man

Like you would not believe

In a dry dry land

Like you would not believe, rain in the desert

Like you would not believe, manna from the hand

Peace shall grow in a dry dry land

Well, all we can do is plant the small seed

And hope that the miracle, yes, will repeat

Rain from above soaking the earth

I give you love, you give me drink when I thirst

We are being tested

We are being asked

To make good on our bets and to help with the rest

Of the time’s hard task

And the rain will fall

And your faith will stand

Like you would not believe

In a dry dry land

Like you would not believe, rain in the desert

Like you would not believe, manna from the hand

Peace shall grow in a dry dry land