They say that the tree of loving shine on me again
They say it grows on the bank of the river of suffering
Shine on me again, and
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup again
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup again
If only I could heal your sorrow
Shine on me again
I'd help you to find your new tomorrow
Shine on me again now
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
And fill my cup again
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup again
I've seen the steel and the concrete crumble
Shine on me again
The proud and the mighty all are stumbled
Shine on me again now
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup again
Only you can find that mountain
Out of the falling rain, out of the falling
If you want to drink from the golden fountain
Shine on me again
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain, out of the falling
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup again
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
Out of the falling rain
Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow
Fill my cup once again
