This land was left for decades in decay
This drought has caused a century delay
What I yearned for was plenty elswhere
Here my soil aged in dryness and despair

Turn away from other lust and temptation
Come, pour your freshness into my heart plantation
Where your rain was valued by hearts in drought
You would find your heart in mine with no doubt

Without your fluid these pistils would be rotten
And all hopes in this land would be forgotten
Come, bathe me in your thousand kisses
Soften my covers so they won’t burn into ashes

Dry wind whispers my words for your embrace
Before our hearts vanish without a trace...