Once in morning contemplation, soft rain conversation. Fallin' softly on my pain.
And far away a bittersweet refrain, keeps a-callin' me.

It was in the early Spring, hills alive with rushin' springs. Your picture hangin' on my wall.
Same expression since last Fall. It keeps a-hauntin' me.

You said you had it figured out in your pretty little head. Politics and tricks and all them things you said.
But I told you then and I'll tell you now,
It's gonna come down on you. It's gonna come down on you.

I like to wake up in the morning with your thoughts about me.
Shinin' like the sun on your mountain tops of love.
I'd like to reach you in that cold black temple you've been building.
But I know it's gonna come down on you.

It's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna come down on you. Come down on you.
It's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna come down on you. Come down on you.