(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.