The old tin roof
\nmy word I sit under it all alone
\nNature’s unbelievable
\nfor her its a xylophone
\nthe energy appeals to me
\nfor I
\nlove each sweet crescendo
\nthat comes down from the sky<\/p>\n
some people they love bird song
\nthey realise their worth
\nbut the rain upon my old tin roof
\nis the music for the earth
\nit really gives me goose bumps
\nand I always feel the rain
\nsupplies such cleansing energy
\nand a positive refrain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The old tin roof my word I sit under it all alone Nature’s unbelievable for her its a xylophone the energy appeals to me for I love each sweet crescendo that comes down from the sky some people they love … Continue reading