Thank you.
Welcome to our second show.
Here we are.
We're Weed 5, in case you didn't hear.
That was a Gordon Lightfoot song,
and we'd like to do another one for you.
Titled, In the Early Morning Rain.
In the early morning rain
With all the stars in my hand
With an ache in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I miss my darling so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go
I'm a long way from home And I miss my darling so
In the early morning rain With no place to go
In the early morning rain With no place to go
My friend,
she's rolling down that hill
Hear the mighty
engines roar
She's a killer in her heart She's a wing and what's to a cloud
High above the clouds she flies
Where the morning rain don't fall
And the stars shine She's right on my heart
In a box three hours tall
And I don't have much time for now
It ain't no word to good to me
But I'm stuck here on the ground Cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train
So I'd rest me on my way In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train
So I'd rest me on my way
In the early morning rain