L's Song - 2016 Version

I love your nervous fingers
 Won't you fumble all night long
 Let the morning air sting us
 To rise and stumble on
 And down the crooked pavements
 The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf
 The brittle bell chimes
 And fortune smiles with its broken teeth
 And the many-rivered land
 Grateful for the rain
 I'd be grateful for one morsel
 Of your loving again
 Summer restless summer
 Won't let sleeping dogs lie
 Your barbed voice
 Re-answers time gone by
 Owls face fine boned
 Parched land dry stone
 Thunder's muttered promise
 Impatient gull on the scented wind
 Your grey eyes startling
 Rain nearly upon us
 And the many-rivered land
 Grateful for the rain
 I'd be grateful for one morsel
 Of your loving again
 And the many-rivered land
 Grateful for the rain
 I'd be grateful for one morsel
 I'd be grateful for one morsel
 I'd be grateful for one morsel
 Of your loving again
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah