Chant - Peter Bradley Adams

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...