Soon will rise a storm Will burst into our home If I'll turn pale of fear Remind how brave I've been When it comes to an end Will my love be like Summer Clouds To bring life through my hands To the hills, to the rest of us? I've been writing words To be sown in the ground we own Once born they'll cast shadows Tall like gods but the menacing ones When they come at the door Oh my love be like Summer Clouds When I just feel too lost Bring me life through the raining sound Life to the hills beyond us Will we harvest storm? This field of mine is drier than I pretend I've been lacking words Since you threw them overhand The sky looks made of gold Oh my love be like summer clouds And wash away the dirt From the hills, from what rests of us