Song Description

A dobro and guitar-laden tale of trying to eek out a farm living in a hard-crusted valley -- and finally the rain and wind come, to blow these tired troubles down.

Lyrics

Iâ??ve been dreaming we had a well
Like they did before those â??32 gusts from hell
Took their soil off in the air
And in this dream the water was flying
And so were you, and so was I
So we just hovered there
To feel the Northern running through our hair

Itâ??s been too hot and too still for too long
Even Emerald Mountain is brown

CHORUS:
I know the wind will feel better now
When itâ??s pushing down the rain
To bring this valley back its sound
And blow these tired troubles down
Like falling leaves off aching trees

You beat it into the hardened ground
With just a prayer that somewhere around this time itâ??ll give
Enough life again that we can live
And like the trees Iâ??ve been hanging low
But thereâ??s a drop in the dust and a gust begins to blow
I feel the limbs rise up

Youâ??ve always wanted to dig in the cool rain
The roof is ringing loud

Emerald River will run again
Washing down the curses of hard ground
Itâ??s going to be soft, and going to be easy
Like it was a hundred years ago