Dying Rain - Mikko Joensuu

I’m listening to the dying rain

It speaks with words I can’t explain

It fills my mind and takes my pain away

I never had a heart of gold

My soul is just what I’ve been told

It filled my veins and I was born again

Now ever since I heard those words

I have lived with a heart that burns

I have lived with my yearns and yearns

I’ll walk across this troubled land

I’ll lift my feet up from the sand

I’ll lift my voice and raise my hands above

I’ll wash my feet, I’ll wash my face

I’m standing on a holy place

The rain is pouring down and fills me with your grace

I’m listening to the dying rain

It speaks with words I can’t explain

It gave me wings so I could fly away

Now ever since I heard those words

I have lived with a heart that burns

I have lived with my yearns and yearns

I’ll walk across this troubled land

I’ll lift my feet up from the sand

I’ll lift my voice and raise my hands above

I’ll wash my feet, I’ll wash my face

I’m standing on a holy place

The rain is pouring down and fills me with your grace