(Brooker) 



Rain is falling all around 

It seeps into the ground and it flows 

let it grow, let it grow 



Streams by water filled 

Feed rivers, turning mills and it grows 

let it flow, let it flow 



Raindrops are tears falling from Heaven 

I've seen the mist rise up from the Severn 

The chain is complete, the cycle not broken 

Teardrops are rain that say more than any words spoken 



Wheat and barleycorn 

by help of moisture born, our food 

Let it grow, let it grow 



Usk or the Wye, it doesn't bother me 

Sea, river, lake, as long as they're close and free 

Ask me why? Water's a part of me 

I'm even-tenths wet! Yes all but a third of me's Water 

Water {Severn, Usk and Wye are rivers in the south-west of England} 



Dark and thund'ry skies 

Cloud our eyes: that's how it goes 



Let it flow, let it flow 

Let it grow, Let it grow 

Let it flow, let it flow.