歌詞

The eaves have found their rhythm now

Drip, drip, and settle in

Each drop hangs on the gutter's edge

A silver bead of nerve

It gathers, gleams, and lets go

And lands where all drops land

The garden's drinking politely

One saucer at a time

His teaching falls like gentle rain

Like showers on the green

And I could watch the eaves all day

And never once get bored

The path has turned to looking-glass

The roses bow their heads

The whole gray sky is pouring through

A pencil line of roof

Inside is warm, outside is silver

The window holds them both

His teaching falls like gentle rain

Like showers on the green

And I could watch the eaves all day

And never once get bored

The lamb has found the windowsill

Its nose against the glass

It watches one drop race another

And picks the winning one

Mmm... mmm... mmm

His teaching falls like gentle rain

Like showers on the green

And I could watch the eaves all day

And never once get bored

His teaching falls like gentle rain

Like showers on the green

And I could watch the eaves all day

And never once get bored

The eaves have found their rhythm

And I have found my chair