Music, Production and Lead Vocals: Andreas Herrmann
Lyrics: Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

SoftRain

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    http://www.prof-andreas-herrmann.de
    http://www.philchor.net

SoftRain

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