When the desert rains,
it smells of jazz and spice,
and what I might have been,
if I'd only known how.
When the desert rains,
ancient voices sing.
I think they're singing to me.
I'd like to sing along.
Chorus:
When the desert rains,
it quenches a thirst
I never knew I had.
When the desert rains,
it waters the garden
in places I've never been.
In places I hope to be.
When the desert rains,
rainbows bridge the sky
among the mountain tops
I ever dared to climb.
When the desert rains,
and a succulent breeze
blows through the cactus ...
stirs up my dreams.
Chorus
When the desert rains,
it smells of jazz and spice,
and what I might have been,
if I'd only known how.