An old legend says
She's a child of the moon
And they say she dances to make it rain
To water the soul at every sundown
She's hope, pretty woman
Let her dance till dawn
When my field's dry, yeah
My life spins, it starts to rain
She gifts her joy with no strings
And she does it, and does it again
When my field's dry, yeah
My life spins, it starts to rain
She gifts her joy with no in-, no interest
Let her dance till dawn
Come and take me, take me
Come and take me, take me
And they say you dance to make it rain
To water the soul at every sundown
You're hope, pretty woman
Let her dance till dawn
Don't let it stop raining
Don't let it stop raining