Grey Rain Of Sweden

Grey rain of Sweden bring the wildflowers

Like fields of pink [?????]

Of afternoon, while I am gone

I will think of you wandering there

Down by the rushing stream to where the rain

And melting mountain snow are still

And reflections of the land disappear

In the shadow of a bridge

You will sit and watch the seedlings

In the late late rounding of the sun

And your gaze will be troubled

But I'll be gone

Yes, I'll be gone

You will sit and watch the seedlings

In the late, late rounding of the sun

And your gaze will be troubled

But I'll be gone

Yes, I'll be gone

(Yes, I'll be gone)

I'll be gone

(Whoa, I'll be gone)

I'll be gone

(Oh, I'll be gone)

I'll be gone