The gray clouds gather
      Rolling immensely cross the sky
      And we go hither as we do
      But only love and the finger of God
      Can bring the rain or truly touch our lives.

      I make all the right wishes
      I say the right prayers
      Preparing an alter with infinite care
      But only love and the finger of God
      Can bring the rain or truly touch our lives.

      Everything we have ever done
      Is written on a cosmic balance sheet
      And one day there may be a reckoning
      But only love and the finger of God
      Can bring the rain or truly touch our lives.