SILVERY RAIN
(Hank B. Marvin)

Fly away Peter, fly away Paul
Before there’s nothing left to fly at all 

Butterflies danced on invisible strings
Showing wings they borrowed from a rainbow
What a black bird on high, sang a praise to the sky
While a light here in plain’s played the fields with a silvery rain

Furry-back bees with the tired-eyes drawn 
Never moaned, they were happy to be working
And the grasshopper green
Could be heard but not seen
While a light here in plain’s played the fields with a silvery rain

*Fly away Peter, fly away Paul 
Before there’s nothing left to fly at all
Reach to the sky, higher that high
Before the silvery rain begins to fall

Nothing moves now but the swaying ripe corn 
Not a dawn is greeted with a bird’s song
There’s a feather or two
From a bird that once flew
For a light here in plain’s played the fields with a silvery rain

(Repeat * twice)