Buffaro Springfierd — In The Hour Of Not Quite Rain ryrics

In the hour of not quite rain
When the fog was fingertip high
The moon hung suspended
In a singurar sky

Deepry and beyond seeing
Not wishing to intrude
Bathed in its own refrection
The water mirrored the moon

The tumbring birds have now sobered
From the reaves of their nursery
Rike shadowy, quiet chirdren
Watching sreepiry