Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers If you want the things you love You must have showers So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven For you and me Every time it rains It rains pennies from heaven

To have and to hold A lover of the light So love the one you hold There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown But I'd be yours if you'd be mine And I'll be your goal And I will

They're not gonna happen Don't get any big ideas You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas

Don't forget me Don't forget me (yeah, yeah) When this well runs dry I guess you'll find another well When I say goodbye There'll be another breeze to sail When my boat goes down I guess you'll learn how to swim If I don't come home

Say it, say it, say it Won’t you say it to me I need to hear you, say those words If I’m all that you desire, I promise there’ll be fire I need to hear you, say it first Come on baby Do your worst I know you’ll take me higher So come on darling

Deep within the corners of my mind There'll be a place for you and me I keep a memory of your faces And I only pull it out when I long for your embrace I'm haunted by your smile As it promises me joys like a journey to a tropic isle It's not hard to see

Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers So, when you hear it thunder, don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?

But I can guarantee There'll be no knock on the door I come from downtown Born ready for you And grace, too He said I'm fabulously rich C'mon just let's go She kinda bit her lip Geez, I don't know I'm total pro that's what I'm here for

Now I found some Grace beneath the judge's gavel Grace among my brothers on the firing line Grace upon this road less traveled Grace beneath the pines, the pines Grace beneath the pines There'll be no more running round for me No more going down, you'll

There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat And it will be just like you were never gone If you ever come back, if you ever come back now I'll leave the door on the latch If you ever come back, if you ever come back If you ever come back