Dedicated to the memory of Brent Raymond, a dear friend who died tragically in a mountaineering accident in 2004 at the age of 32. Brent, we miss you.
lyrics
Sullen rain
Won’t leave me alone
Broken rain
Falling like the tears that fell for you
Last November
In a cold and barren hinterland
You slipped away among the ghosts
Of Admiral Byrd and Hilary
Lonely days
Drenched in soggy linen
Wrapped around me like a shroud
Careless days, and long-forgotten nights
Of scotch and supper
Stories of adventure (false and true)
The folly of our youth:
We thought we’d live forever
If only you had known
Would you have changed a single thing
About your life, and how you life you lived it?
Or is this ours to ask?
If only we had known
Would it have changed a single thing?
It’s not for us to ask:
We may as well direct the wind
We may as well divine the rain
Wanderlust was always your religion
So answer me:
Why’d you have to wander far away
Where I can’t find you?
Gone before your time, and out of time
Beyond our time, you leave us
Picking up the pieces
Year will pass
And all we’ll have is memory
But I don’t mind
Cause all that I can do is carry on
And I’ll see you
Hiding in the strangest places:
Words and phrases, picture-frames
Or maybe I will find you
In the sullen rain