Tác giả : Gordon Lightfoot
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The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved 
Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved 
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago 
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow 
Say what you like to, do what you do 
Everyone's sleeping now two by two 
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall 
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall 
 
Big rain comin' 
Big rain comin' this way 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
 
The sea is the space which the rock has displaced 
The mind is some stranger that some soul has embraced 
And somewhere between, in a no-man's land of dreams 
The heart becomes the soldier yet the rock is not redeemed 
 
Say what you like to, do what you can 
Live like a sheep, die like a lamb 
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall 
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall 
 
Big rain comin' 
Big rain comin' this way 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
 
The soul is the rock and the rock will always roll 
In circles 'round the sun doing rings around the pole 
When the mind is not sure what the heart will do next 
The rock becomes the master and the road becomes what's left 
 
Late one night when the moon shone down 
We went to the mill on the edge of the town 
She wore white, i wore black 
The town was sleeping when we got back 
 
Big rain comin' 
Big rain comin' this way 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
 
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be harmed 
Though man must be cheated just as women must be charmed 
And the mind is the light for the heart which cannot see 
The soul becomes the stranger but the rock will always be 
 
Say what you like to, do what you do 
Everyone's sleeping now two by two 
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall 
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall 
 
Oh.. big rain comin' 
Big rain comin' this way 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
Rain on the rock 
 
The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved 
Nothing is disputed yet nothing is disproved 
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago 
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow 
 
And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago 
Still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow