The cloud that weeps in the sorrow of the night
Falling endlessly on every tent
Thunder roars in protest of your grief
Lightning runs to strike the ground
That has long become dry and barren
Tell me my cloud, when will you gather the water again?
To carry them all up to you as fruitful grain
The cloud that weeps in the sorrow of the night
Lands on every concrete wall and floor
On towers and obelisks that lie far beneath you
On asherah poles that decay with passing time
On metal that corrodes, and mud that erodes
Tell me my cloud, is there anywhere you haven't been?
The traces you have left, few have seen
The cloud that weeps in the sorrow of the night
Taps gently on every window pane
The children peer out in curiosity
But the fathers close the curtains tight
And the mothers that pull the eyes away
Tell me my cloud, will you have many more tries?
Before you turn your back and say goodbye
The cloud that weeps in the sorrow of the night
The one whom I sob quietly to in my bed
May the tears bring me closer with you
As you read my thoughts and search my heart
As you open my mind and open my eyes
Look on me my Lord, here is my door
Please come in to stay, it's you I've been longing for
