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: