Summertime And the rain it is falling The sound is comfort As I sit inside listening The wind causes action That pushes on the trees A hundred thousand leaves Act like odd sails Roots anchor them sturdy Rigging presented They stay where they are Green As far as the eye can see Glistens, as droplets Roll to the ground Puddles and rivulets Pour from the hills Inclines though slight Have an inevitability Gravitating downwards Rivers Gather, their swelling The cycle continues As the sea claims her prize Vapour she rises Clouds become heavy Atmosphere changes The rains come again Water We drink our fill Abundance an understatement In this pleasant land Nurture refreshes From mountain to valley Fed by our nation Quenched by her goodness Our Scotland Oor hame Summertime Sunshine tomorrow? Drying massaging In spate The rivers replenish Feeding us always This country for life AGL ...