I may love a sunny day
Bright eyes looking my direction
And even the sorrow is a song
I want to sing
But I love more
When the clouds roll in
And it starts to rain

I want to sing
Now the rivers flow
Now the crops can grow
Now we find relief

I hate the color grey
A flower growing in the shade
Because even when the night is black
I am clad in white
But I hate more
When the sky is grey
But the rain never falls

I want to cry