In the canyon of the Western skies
he walked with aching knees
a shadow of the mayhem
that he used to be
He sat down to drink my water
but the beds they all were dry
so I rained on him
and opened up the sky
Summer monsoon, came in singing
to quench his thirst on the way
Summer monsoon, the sky was ringing
out all the mercy it could
He crept on, his shoes were muddy
the desert spoke in whispered tones
He made it to the shores so sunny
but by that time he was just skin and bones
Summer monsoon, came in singing
to quench his thirst on the way
Summer monsoon, the sky was ringing
out all the mercy it could