If I was your man If I was a cloud, I'd make baby raindrops And they'd feed the treetops If I was a cloud If I was the sun, I'd shine on the flowers And pass on the power If I was the sun If I was the moon, I'd caress every ocean In celestial motion

Change the world I would be the sunlight in your universe You would think my love was really something good Baby if I could If I could reach the stars I’d pull one down for you Shine it on my heart So you could see the truth

Let it rain, let it rain, The rain is falling through the mist of sorrow that surrounded me. The sun could never thaw away the the bliss that lays around me. Let your love rain down on me. Let it rain, rain, rain. Her life was like a desert flower

Tangled up in blue Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress

Seems that I'm the only one too blind to see The fire inside me, like lightning All my life is lighting up in front of me All this time I thought that I was running to the sun Trying to get out all my light All my light Like lightning Looking for a girl

On 22nd Street All the years, since bittersweet The falling leaves will tumble to defeat 22nd was the place I met the girl of dreams A bright sunny day in November Such a beautiful sight staring right back at me Are chapters in a fairy tale That still

Sunny one so true, I love you. Yesterday my life was filled with rain. You smiled at me and really eased the pain. The dark days are gone, And the bright days are here, My Sunny one shines so sincere. Thank you for the sunshine bouquet.

All along it was me who changed. Morning now waits for me. What I have to gain does not matter If what I give is all to You. I have seen the stars full And the sun rise again, But You are yet to change. You are all that is worth living for.

I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time. When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life, When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life, Her name was written on a photograph, Right next to her red, sunburnt face, It all had happened

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me