He was a cloud and she was the rain
Counting the sheep on a wheat covered plain
Taunting the tradewinds to make them conspire
Lifting the artists and arguments higher

He was a songbird and she was the perch
Blessing the people returning from church
Bearing the gifts they would both set aside
Burrowing down to the holes in the ground where
They’d chosen to hide

But I hear the sounds of the bells and they ring
With their own separate tones
In the middle of all the pain is when people
Evolve and change
And they'll assert they've been around the block

From a broken relationship
To one in which all the plates have been shifted
In one tectonic slip the bride and groom
Are vis-a-vis inside a crowded room

And she was the farmer and he was the land
Planting the seeds and promoting the hands
Harvesting bounties from near and from far
Preserving as much as they can in the cans and
The masonry jars

But I hear the sounds of the bells and for whom
The bells toll are pronounced
Wife and husband indubitably
Unceremoniously they let the ceremony breathe
And sway
Aboard a hand-built ark they two-by-two embark
No cruise director for the bride and groom
On their maiden voyage to their private room

They San Rafael in love
I hear the bells above
They San Rafael in love
I fear for beelzebub