When skies are cloudy and gray. They're only gray for a day. So wrap your troubles in dreams. And dream your troubles away. . Until that sunshine peeps through.
John Jacob Loeb. . What a night!. What a moon'. What a boy!. What a moon'. What a night!. What a boy!. Those white clouds hang in the air. Like toy balloons.
When skies are cloudy and grey,. They're only grey for a day,. So wrap your troubles in dreams,. And dream your troubles away.. Until that sunshine peeps through,.
When skies are cloudy and gray. They're only gray for a day. So wrap your troubles in dreams. And dream your troubles away. . Until that sunshine peeps through.