If this rain clears out, would you walk with me?
Would you hear me out, by that Ocracoke sea?
Even in this age, ofttimes we can't presage the weather.
But aren't those always the days when the sunsets are better?
Love, will you take my hand?
If this rain clears out, would you walk with me?
I would ask your hand by that Ocracoke sea.
Poets, philosophers, mystics leave me upside down.
But not you, you smile and I lose it, I lose all doubt.
Love, would you take my hand?