Falling on you All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Sit there, count your little fingers Unhappy little girl blue.

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

These are a few of my favorite things Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Door bells and sleigh bells and

Hear the children cryin' But I know they cry not in vain Now the times are changin' Love has come to bloom again Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops Reminds us of youthful days But now it's not rain that water the cane crops But the sweat