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[Verse] Whispers float on summer air, Leather meets the willow care, Laughter rolls beside the green, Moments caught in gentle sheen. [Pre-Chorus] Shadows brush the edge of sky, Clouds like whispers sailing by, Hold the game, hold the day, In this breath, weโ€™ll drift away. [Chorus] Softly now, the rain will come, Pause the play, but not the song, In these clouds, the light will stay, Waiting โ€˜til the skies turn grey. Softly now, the rain will come, Hold the joy, the game, the sun, Every moment, clear and bright, Echoes in the fading light. [Verse] Childrenโ€™s feet on spur and stone, Echo beats the heart has known, Silent calls from distant hills, Time stands quiet, gently stills. [Pre-Chorus] Shadows brush the edge of sky, Clouds like whispers sailing by, Hold the game, hold the day, In this breath, weโ€™ll drift away. [Chorus] Softly now, the rain will come, Pause the play, but not the song, In these clouds, the light will stay, Waiting โ€˜til the skies turn grey. Softly now, the rain will come, Hold the joy, the game, the sun, Every moment, clear and bright, Echoes in the fading light. [Bridge] Silver drops will paint the ground, Natureโ€™s hush, a tender sound, Weโ€™ll be here when skies are clear, In the pause, we hold it near. [Chorus] Softly now, the rain will come, Pause the play, but not the song, In these clouds, the light will stay, Waiting โ€˜til the skies turn grey. Softly now, the rain will come, Hold the joy, the game, the sun, Every moment, clear and bright, Echoes in the fading light. [Outro] Waiting โ€˜til the skies turn grey, Waiting โ€˜til the skies turn grey.

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