There Will Come Soft Rains

Am C G The humans that once roamed these halls Am f G Are now tattooed upon my walls. Am C G They cannot eat the eggs I make, Am G Am But still they’re made for routine’s sake. Am C G I am the last remaining thing, Am F G Living beneath the sun’s harsh sting. Am C G Until a sick dog strays inside, Am G Am But even he could not abide. C There will come soft rains G Petrichor refrains. C Human’s frantic fight, G Am Rests ‘neath nuclear light. Am C G I read a poem of nature’s power Am F G Of life and death in equal shower. Am C G “Not one will know of war, not one Am G Am Will care at last when it is done.” Am C G If I could feel the words I say Am F G They’d sync into my heart’s array. Am C G I am the last, a lingering shell, Am G Am A beacon of Mankind’s farewell C There will come soft rains G Petrichor refrains. C Human’s frantic fight, G Am Rests ‘neath nuclear light. Am C G But even I could not endure, Am F G Dear nature’s vast and mighty cure. Am C G A tree branch fell, a fire roared, Am G Am It’s raging heat my metal scored. Am C G Despite my best attempt to save, Am F G The flames consumed, yet in my grave Am C G One day a tiny seed will bloom Am G Am Hope in mankind’s intended doom. C There will come soft rains G Petrichor refrains. C Human’s frantic fight, G Am Rests ‘neath nuclear light.