Cloudy Songtext
von Cliff Richard

Cloudy the sky is grey ′n' white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it′s hanging down on me
Let's so hitch-hike a hundred miles
I'm a rag muffin child
Pointed finger
Painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down
The roof on me a while


Cloudy my thoughts are scattered
And they′re cloudy
They have no borders
No boundaries
They echo and they swell
From toy store′s tinklebell
Down from Berkeley to Comelle
Got some pictures in my pocket
And a lot of time to kill

Sunshine
I haven't seen you for a long time
Why don′t you show you face
And bend on my mind
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions why
And they linger there to die
They don't know where they′re going
And my friend, neither do I

Cloudy scatter them
Cloudy grey and white and cloudy
Scatter them cloudy
Everything is cloudy
Scatter them cloudy.