Clouds are rolling in;
itâs getting dark.
I know where youâve been,
not where you are.
Rain is pouring down;
it fills my heart.
Thunder without sound;
All comes apart.
CHORUS
What is the point if youâre not here?
The world is an empty place, I fear.
All that is left of us are tears
falling down and down and down from the sky.
All things must conclude,
all straight things bend.
Even this black mood
will find its end.
The sun will shine again,
The clouds dissolve.
And the deepest pain
Will be resolved.
CHORUS
Now, you may be gone,
but this Iâve learned:
Thereâs hope in a song,
a memory burned.
Please forgive my crappy voice; I am trying to find someone else to sing this tune. (Ahem, Ranwa!) But this should give you a sense of what I had in mind when I wrote this. If you have a good jazz voice and you would like to sing over this music, please give me a shout-out.
(Bass courtesy of Harvey Brooks. Thank you, Harvey!)
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