歌詞

The sun comes back apologizing

It didn't mean to leave

The whole yard's hung with little lights

One raindrop to a leaf

The path steams gently in the gold

The roses lift their chins

And there — above the neighbor's elm

A small unhurried arc

I set my bow in the clouds, He said

A promise wearing paint

The storm was just a visitor

The colors are the host

I step out to the washed-clean porch

With one last mug of tea

The air's been rinsed and wrung and hung

And smells like starting over

The lamb hops down the shining path

And startles at its puddle

I set my bow in the clouds, He said

A promise wearing paint

The storm was just a visitor

The colors are the host

The eaves give one last silver word

The garden drinks it in

The evening lays its gold along

Everything made new

Mmm... mmm... mmm

I set my bow in the clouds, He said

A promise wearing paint

The storm was just a visitor

The colors are the host

I set my bow in the clouds, He said

A promise wearing paint

The storm was just a visitor

The colors are the host

The sun came back apologizing

And nobody was cross