We watched your shores recede Your wells dry up, your rivers turn to sand We kissed your desiccated lips And felt the coarseness of your hands Your fields were withering Your fruits had lost the sweetness they once had Starved of your nourishment We questioned what we'd done to be so damned Back and forth until the rain clouds come Despite the glare of your unsympathetic Sun We fought to see The shifting contours of the dunes That gave your shape a poetry Long after sunset we lay freezing And abandoned on the plains We dreamed of luscious foreign lands And drank imaginary rains Back and forth until the rain clouds come