Tempest Tost from Spirit Farm by Spirit Farm

Through the heat of the summer,
Lightning tracked cross the sky
And he drove through that deluge
Just to look in her eye

He could barely believe it
But with the touch of her hand
They were both of them reaching
For a place they could stand

First he sobs and now he sings
And now he beats upon a drum
When he stops can he believe
The kind of man that he's become

There are fires on the mountain
There are floods in the plain
Water flows from a fountain
The crane sings in the shade

As they crossed the great water
They were fused into one
But with bloody forgiveness
They both were undone

First she sings and now she sobs
And now she beats upon her drum
When she stop scan she forgive
The kind of woman she's become

Now the cold has descended
Under grey skies above
He holds tight to that memory
She hold tight to that love
And with the whispers of warming
Of the innocent sun
A new day is dawning
And the return has begun

First they smile and then they touch
And then they float over the fields
And after all the storms have passed
They're both stronger when they yield

• Alternative
• Rock
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Ottawa