Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

In the beginning land was stained, parched by the sun, deserts and plains.

Then the creators of the land created rain.

I was that barren wasted land. I was too weak to stand.

Then the creators of rain created you.

High on a mountain, growing there, land was plenty, trees were rare.

Then the creators of rain created air.

I was that mountain, growing there. My life was empty, nothing there.

Then the creators of air created you.

There would be no land, no seas,

no plants, no trees, no life for me without you.

Life had forgot the caring of dreams that were lost to fade above.

Then the creators of rain created love.

I was that dream that life had made. To search in endless hope and faith.

Then the creators of love created you, created you, created you for me.