Sunshine, Sunshine
Is that a cloud across your
smile or did you dream again last night
It's best you rest inside
a while as blue doesn't seem to suit you right
Things ain't what they used
to be pain and rain and misery
Illness in the family and
Sunshine means a lot to me
I say Sunshine
But could it be Sunshine is
drifting with midnight
And lonely when everyone's
gone
Blue crystal spirits and gardens
in moonlight
Leave weak alone and bleak
all quiet and grey by dawn
Sunshine Sunshine
Rising to late to chase the
cold and failing to change the frost to dew
She's trading her mood of
yellow gold for frost bitten shades of silver
blue
Friends and lovers past and
gone and no-one waiting further on
I'm running short of things
to be and Sunshine means quiet a lot to me
I say Sunshine... Sunshine
Marco Giunco |
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