Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Moods
For other versions of this work, see Moods (Teasdale).
MOODS
I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth—
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!
I am the brown bird pining
To leave the nest and fly—
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
Oh, be for me the sky!