Texty: Peter Bradley Adams. Gather Up. Chant.

Call on the rain
and drown out my eyes
and I'll stare at the flame
in a blood streaked sky
call up the day
in red mountain light
and sing me the name
a thousand times
ramana, ramana hare

well I stand this ground
that you walked before
a stranger found
as I slowly crack the door
then I hear a song come
it's a laughing sound
and with my fear undone
I step back into the crowd
ramana, ramana hare...