Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new t
omorrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Well I've seen the steel and
concrete crumble,
Shine on me a
gain.
The proud and the mighty
all have stumbled,
Shine on me a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
They say that the tree of
loving,
Shine on me a
gain,
Grows on the bank of the
river of suffering,
Shine on me a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
If only I could heal your
sorrow,
Shine on me a
gain,
I'd help you to find your
new tomorrow,
Shine on me a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Well I've seen the steel and
concrete crumble,
Shine on me a
gain.
The proud and the mighty
all have stumbled,
Shine on me a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Only y ou can climb that
mountain,
Shine on me a
gain,
If you want to drink at that
golden fountain,
Shine on me a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow,
And fill my cup a
gain.
Weave, weave, weave me the
sunshine
Out of the falling rain.
Weave me the hope of a new to
morrow ... (ad lib)
