Lyric

Dear old friend, it's raining here

Thought I'd send the sky to share

A postcard from my kitchen chair

The stamp's a little worse for wear

I write the small news of my week

The kind that's easier to speak

A good word travels far and true

Like cool water passing through

Ink and rain and thinking of you

Miles apart but nothing's new

Every line's a little thread

Sewing up the things unsaid

I tell you how the garden grows

I tell you how the teapot goes

I draw a little cloud that pours

And sign it, always, ever yours

Ink and rain and thinking of you

Miles apart but nothing's new

Every line's a little thread

Sewing up the things unsaid

I thank my God each time I do

Remember someone dear as you

Ink and rain and thinking of you

Miles apart but nothing's new

Every line's a little thread

Sewing up the things unsaid

Dear old friend, it's raining here

Thought I'd send the sky to share