The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

You're yearning, wearing thin Searching for something I know what you're hiding but they can't see what you've got What you've got, baby, what you've got, baby Quit crying and stop trying to be someone you're not What you're not baby, what you're not

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then

This is what makes us girls This is what makes us girls now, baby We don't look for heaven and we put our love first Somethin' that we'd die for it's a curse Don't cry about it, don't cry about it It's all gonna happen Sweet sixteen and we had arrived We

On any other day, I've been blue, I was cryin' I could tell the world, at least I'm tryin' The clouds are breakin' The sun is shinin' new for me and you On any other day, I would just go crazy The breaks are only gonna save me Baby luck and love Will

This is a radio message to my baby, Come back, come back. Come back, come back, I'm sorry that I made you cry, I'm sorry for, for the rest of my life, And I'm sorry that I hurt you, And I'm sorry for lying to you,

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word I'll be seeing you again Die, die, die Your future's in an oblong box You should have seen it a-comin' on Had to know it was in your power Dead-end goal for a dead-end girl

Together we cry Together we cry! Whoa oh whoa oh whoa Jenny was a poor girl Living in a rich world Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen She was hoping for a better world For this little girl But the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree

Cry for love I cry for love I don't think I'm supposed to It's something wrong with me, maybe I'm not Sometimes I wonder why I even I shouldn't have to cry for love You take me in, I take you back Baby, what's the problem?