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
