Weave Me the Sunshine
(Peter Yarrow)
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow,
And fill my cup again.
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow,
And fill my cup again.
Well I've seen the steel and concrete crumble,
Shine on me again.
The proud and the mighty all have stumbled,
Shine on me again.
They say that the tree of loving,
Shine on me again,
Grows on the bank of the river of suffering,
Shine on me again.
If only I could heal your sorrow,
Shine on me again,
I'd help you to find your new tomorrow,
Shine on me again.
Only you can climb that mountain,
Shine on me again,
If you want to drink at that golden fountain,
Shine on me again.
DP
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!