- cifra
The sun is out ,the sky is blue, ther's not a cloud
to spoil the view. But it's raining, raining in my heart.
The weatherman the man, says fine to day, he doesn't
know, it's gonna strain. But it's raining, raining in my heart.
Oh misery missery. What gonna become of me.
I tell my blue, they musen't show. But soon these tears,
are bound to flow, cause it's raining, raining in my heart.
Guitar:
'cause it's raining, raining in my heart.
Guitar:
yes it's raining, raining in my heart.
Oh misery missery. What gonna become of me.
I tell my blue, they mousen't show. But soon these tears,
are bound to flow, cause it's raining, raining in my heart.
