carlos eduardo lyra/john court
Look out the window at that rainstorm I've let the wind blow up a brainstorm And now I'm wondering whether weather like this gets you too It may go on like this for hours Too late in fall for April showers So I will court you Got a thought or two I need to share with you here goes... Darling tell me now have I done wrong somehow that you won't look at me? Needn't point it out can't keep my wits about when you won't look at me Is there something I ought to know you find it hard to say? Well there's just a trace hiding on your face & I've learnt it that way Just another soul that really knows my soul & you won't look at me Does that take the prize how much I love those eyes? & they won't look at me Now the rain has gone but something lingers on a certain sadness here now that the sky is clear & it's oh so clear yes it's oh so clear to me now & I can't help but fear that certain sadness here to stay...