Cries Like The Rain

                (Jazz ballad)

 

 

 

She cries like the rain,

     smiles like the sun—

   she shines like a star in the sky

 

She blooms like a flower

     fruits like a tree,

   she sings like the birds passing by

 

She’s a creature of the wild—

     nobody’s child,

   she lives by the Grace of God

 

Sometimes she’s stormy

     sometimes she’s fair

   sometimes she’s here

     and sometimes she’s there

 

She’s carried by the wind

     she’s carried by the tide

   she’s carried by the current

     she’s goin’ for the ride—

 

She’s a creature of the wild—

     nobody’s child,

   she lives by the Grace of God…