There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains, and the smell of the ground

Swallows circling with a shimmering sound

Frogs by the water singing through the night

Wild plum trees in the tremulous white

Life won't mind, won't care at all

When we're gone, Spring will still call

Birds will sing, trees will stand tall

Life will go on, despite our fall

Robins in their fiery hue

Whistling songs in the morning dew

No one will know the war is done

No one will care, not even the sun

Life won't mind, won't care at all

When we're gone, Spring will still call

Birds will sing, trees will stand tall

Life will go on, despite our fall

Life won't mind, won't care at all

When we're gone, Spring will still call

Birds will sing, trees will stand tall

Life will go on, despite our fall