One day, if I could open my eyes
and watch you walk through
the sweet blue rain, and
wash those tears away.

If I could open up my eyes, and
watch you wear those same
cotton blue jeans with that
cute white blouse, and
tell those cotton candy clouds
to splash sweet blue rain,
into your heart

The fresh scent
of sweet blue rain
bring April showers, and
flowers sell in the marketplace.

Well, a funny thing happened this Sunday,
on our walk through Palomino Park;
I noticed some things that you do
with your sweet blue smile.

Loving you may take some time.
Let’s take a walk again
and fill an empty heart,
with sweet blue rain.