Storehouse

I had a dream that we packed away
All of our things into a boat for a long time
And we watched uneasily as the waters took
All our houses underneath as it climbed the mountainside

Plenty will there be from this year’s harvest
Even though the man said there wouldn’t be
Much rain in the ground for this year’s harvest
Adding to the storehouse, hallelujah!

And can you remember last year’s harvest?
Living in a dry land, how did we eat that year?
Was like a dead cloud hung above us
With an empty wind, but we had enough
Didn’t we? Didn’t we have enough?

Imagine this land being drenched with water
Till we can’t see
Hearing it fall and resound and scatter
Till we can’t hear ourselves sing

And plenty will there be from next year’s harvest
Scattering the seeds with an open hand
And remembering more than sparrows his thoughts are of us
Even if the rain stops, hallelujah!
Even if the rain stops, hallelujah!
Even if the rain stops, hallelujah!