It was monday
The rain came pouring down
Chose the saddest way
To where your father lays
It was monday
The rain came pouring down
Nothing left to say
All was green and grey
From the tall walls
We heard your soothing sounds
Slowly shooting up
Over shaky ground
From the tall wall
Echoed many prayers
Cycled tirelessly
In our hearts they stayed
Now he's wind in the trees
Now he's wind in the trees
As we drove back
We saw the sun going down
With it all the colors
In the river drowned
As we drove back
The sun left with the day
And took all the colors
All but green and grey
Now he's wind in the trees
Now he's wind in the trees