Silvery Rain - Cliff Richard

Butterflies danced on invisible strings

Showing wings they borrowed from a rainbow

And a blackbird on high sang a praise to the sky

While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain

Furry backed bees with a tireless drone

Never moan, they’re happy to be working

And a grasshopper green could be heard but not seen

While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain

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

Take to the sky, higher than 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

Before a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain

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

Take to the sky, higher than 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

Before a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain

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

Take to the sky, higher than 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

Before a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain