37 acessos
Little flowers never worry
When the wind begins to blow.
And they never, never cry
When the rain begins to fall.
Though it's wet and oh so cold,
Soon the sun will shine again.
And they'll smile unto the world,
For their beauty to behold.
So let it rain, let it rain, let it pour,
Little trouble keep knocking at my door,
If we learn the right from wrong,
It will help to make us strong.
So when the clouds begin to gather
And that old wind begins to blow,
Little flowers don't complain,
Though they're tossing to and fro.
Well I guess I've learned the secret,
That only little flowers know,
If it never, never rains,
Then will never, never grow.
So, let it rain, let it rain, let it pour,
Little trouble keep on knocking at my door,
If we learn the right from wrong,
It will help to make us strong.
If it never, never rains
Then we'll never, never grow.