Текст песни The Great Society - Grimly Forming

I looked out my window,
The cloud, Was grimly forming,
Waiting for the Rain I saw,
The one Dark cloud forming,
The Soldiers, Paid no heed,
I could hear their hollow laughter,
Down the hill in pairs and Threes

Gypsies, Drunken Roaring,
With their Reddened Sabres flying,
In It's Tangled Jungle mess,
Her Vat was softly crying
The beggars came though fine,
But there was nobody by.

I looked out my window,
The cloud, Was grimly forming,
Waiting for the rain I saw-ahh! The Dark Cloud Forming,
The Soldiers paid no Heed,
I-could-hear-Their-Hollow-Laughter,
And waiting for The Rain,
I Saw The Gypsies Marching After.