Woorden: Glenn Miller. Blue Rain.

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Blue rain falling down on my window pane
But when you return there'll be a rainbow
After the blue, blue rain...

And there's a blue star looking down asking where you are
But when you return there'll be a sunbeam
Hiding the blue, blue star...

Skies will be much brighter than they were before
When you and love come strolling through the door

Then therea?˜ll be no more blue rain,
Just the sound of my heart's refrain,
Singing like a million little bluebirds
After the blue, blue rain!