The rain is drumming on the roof
And rings run round my tea
Each footstep of the rain above
Sends circles through my cup
Small silver rings that bloom and fade
Before I drink them up
The roof plays soft percussion
The window plays the chimes
Ripple, ripple, little rings
The whole house is a song
His voice is over many waters
Humming all along
The rain has layers, if you listen
Eaves and glass and street
Three different drums, one gentle hand
That keeps the whole house beat
I set my cup down slowly
To watch one more ring bloom
Ripple, ripple, little rings
The whole house is a song
His voice is over many waters
Humming all along
If thunder is His mighty voice
Then drizzle is His hum
And I could sit inside this sound
Till every ring goes calm
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Ripple, ripple, little rings
The whole house is a song
His voice is over many waters
Humming all along
Ripple, ripple, little rings
The whole house is a song
His voice is over many waters
Humming all along
The rain is drumming on the roof
And I am kept in rings
