Softly and quietly across the waiting mountains,
Softly and quietly and while we slept in sorrow,
Sure of its way even in the heart of darkness,
Came the redeeming rain:
Came even as sleep to strained and weary eyeballs,
Came even as rest to toil-racked limbs and tired,
Came even as love to souls in desolation,
So came the rain.

Softly and quietly across stone-crested mountains,
Over scarred plains, stark moors and herbless valleys,
Finding sure pathways through the woods of darkness,
Came the redeeming rain:
Came in the night and drummed upon the housetops
Came in the night and whispered at our windows,
We who had slept in sorrow woke in gladness,
Called by the rain.