Showers of Love my soul enjoys

Weary, but ever so firm!

It needs to freshen constantly,

Before it must end its term.

Endless parades, pretensions,

Keep crowding halls of life;

While I must pause and listen

To my weary soul in strife.

The cycles of the seasons

Of life go on and on,

While time must keep on fleeting,

As each new dawn is born.

The world enjoys its victories,

Bemoans each sad defeat;

No matter what, I shall enjoy

Love’s blissful showers, sweet.