Rita Chiarelli - If you were crying over me

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 the 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

If you were crying over me

Every breath would be an angel getting kissed

And every road would have a rainbow blessed soft blue dress

blowing in the wind of the tenderness