1960s
I see skies of blue,
clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
dark sacred night...
The colors of the rainbow
so pretty in the skies
Are also on the faces
of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands,
saying how do you do.
They're really saying
I love you
clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
dark sacred night...
The colors of the rainbow
so pretty in the skies
Are also on the faces
of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands,
saying how do you do.
They're really saying
I love you