My father's stories fell upon us Filled us with his light Gospels, fertile minds Taking root, taking root His pocket change would jingle Sacramental bells Heads tucked low Sneaking peaks, sneaking peaks And the rain comes down It's dark and the browns begin to bite Here you will always be behind me And you will not go away There he sleeps on untamed land Dark corners yet discovered His heart yet to be Trod upon, trod upon I can't bear to hear his breathing Simply knowing what's to come I can't bear to hear your breathing Knowing what's to come, what's to come And the rain comes down It's dark and the browns begin to bite Here you will always be behind me And you will not go away And the rain comes down It's dark and the browns begin to bite And the rain comes down It's dark and the browns begin to bite And the rain comes down It's dark and the browns begin to bite Here I will always be behind you And will never go away