Текст песни Storehouse

I had a dream that we packed away All of our things into a boat for a long time And we watched uneasily as the waters took All our houses underneath as it climbed the mountainside Plenty will there be from this year’s harvest Even though the man said there wouldn’t be Much rain in the ground for this year’s harvest Adding to the storehouse, hallelujah! And can you remember last year’s harvest? Living in a dry land, how did we eat that year? Was like a dead cloud hung above us With an empty wind, but we had enough Didn’t we? Didn’t we have enough? Imagine this land being drenched with water Till we can’t see Hearing it fall and resound and scatter Till we can’t hear ourselves sing And plenty will there be from next year’s harvest Scattering the seeds with an open hand And remembering more than sparrows his thoughts are of us Even if the rain stops, hallelujah! Even if the rain stops, hallelujah! Even if the rain stops, hallelujah!