If you were crying over me / Rita Chiarelli

 

 

 

 

If you were crying over me

                                                                                          / Rita Chiarelli  

                                                                                             If you were crying over me

                                                                                             I'd catch each tear before it fell 

                                                                                                  say before wishing well

                                                                                    To make dreams come true  to make sky of blue

                                                                                                     That's what I do

 

                                                                                                  If you were crying over me

                                                                                                  I'll hold  your head when you ache

                                                                                                  I'll fix your heart to never break

                                                                                                  I'll make your voice to sing

                                                                                                  I'd be their extra wing so you could fly

 

                                                                                                  If you were crying over me

                                                                                                  Everyday would be a sunday afternoon

                                                                                                  And every month would be a month of June

                                                                                                  a big full moon sitting on the edge of a midnight town