Praying For Rain - Robbie Robertson

I met a traveler from a ancient land

He claimed to know where the cyclones rest

He said they’ll be strange changes in the weather

And it’s getting better, I must confess

I didn’t know if he’s a roadside profit

Or some psychic mystic from the east

But his words resounded with rolling thunder

Like Nasturtiums and Edger Casey

There’s gonna be a raw wind we need

With everybody praying for rain

From the hot desert, out to Burning Man

Down on your knees, praying for rain

Praying for rain

I saw an Indian on top of a Mason

His arms stretched out to the blood red sky

I knew exactly what he’s reaching for

He had that fire in his eyes

What made the river turn to dust?

A freak of nature or an act of man?

But I never thought I’d see the day

When the Arctic ice caps would’t be fading away

There’s gonna be a raw wind we need

With all the people praying for rain (Praying for rain)

From the hot desert, out to Burning Man

Down on your knees, praying for rain (Praying for rain)

Have mercy

There’s gonna be a raw wind we need

With all the people praying for rain

From the hot desert, out to Burning Man

Down on your knees, praying (Praying for rain)

There’s gonna be a raw wind we need

With all the people praying for rain (It's gonna be)

Down on your knees

Down on your knees

Begging for rain

Begging for rain (Begging for rain)