Weave Me The Sunshine

Peter, Paul and Mary

R: Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine
   Out of the falling rain.
   Weave me the hope of a new tomorrow,
   And fill my cup again.
R:
   
1. Well I've seen the steel and concrete crumble,
   Shine on me again.
   The proud and the mighty all have stumbled,
   Shine on me again.
R:
   
2. They say that the tree of loving,
   Shine on me again,
   Grows on the bank of the river of suffering,
   Shine on me again.
R:
   
3. If only I could heal your sorrow,
   Shine on me again,
   I'd help you to find your new tomorrow,
   Shine on me again.
R:
   
4. Only you can climb that mountain,
   Shine on me again,
   If you want to drink at that golden fountain,
   Shine on me again.
R: