adams, peter bradley
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 hare.