Rainmakers Dry Dry Land.
A man is not measured by the size of his field
But by the point of his choice
The grain of his voice
The strength of his yield
The breadth of his vision
The cast of his hand
Like you would not believe
In a dry dry land
Like you would not believe rain in the desert
Like you would not believe manna from the hand
Peace shall grow in a dry dry land
Oh I was a fool
I was counting my store
I was counting my money instead of my blessings
And I'll tell you what's more
I begrudged the poor
I hated the lazy man
Like you would not believe
In a dry dry land
CHORUS
Well all we can do is plant the small seed
And hope that the miracle yes will repeat
Rain from above soaking the earth
I give you love
You give me drink when I thirst
We are being tested
We are being asked
To make good on our bets and to help with the rest
Of the time's hard task
And the rain will fall
And your faith will stand
Like you would not believe
In a dry dry land
CHORUS
