At the Feet of Ré

Do you remember night time long ago?

Ducky hair and wet eyes, maybe seven or so

And we trudged through the mud

And we gave birth to love

And we fell at the feet of rain

And on silver mornings we played barefoot

In our gardens or our friends' gardens

With no care for the dirt

And we smiled at the trees

And in them, we were free

And we fell at the feet of rain

We dressed in the grass and got married in the bushes

Slurped lemonade when it started to rain

But our favourite ray was the sun

And now we are much older but I'll never forget

Our garden where we were free

Free at the feet of rain, of rain, of rain, rain