#137
{title:Weave Me the Sunshine}
{st:Peter Yarrow}
{c:Chorus:}
[C]Weave, [D]weave, [G]weave me the [Em]sunshine
[C]Out of the [D]falling [G]rain.[Em]
[C]Weave me the [D]hope of a [G]new to[Em]morrow,
And [A7]fill my cup ag[D]ain.
[C]Weave, [D]weave, [G]weave me the [Em]sunshine
[C]Out of the [D]falling [G]rain.[Em]
[C]Weave me the [D]hope of a [G]new to[Em]morrow,
And [A7]fill my cup ag[D]ain.
Well I've [Em]seen the steel and [Bm]concrete crumble,
[C]Shine on [D]me ag[G]ain.
The [Em]proud and the mighty [A7]all have stumbled,
[D]Shine on me ag[D7]ain.
{c:Chorus.}
They say that the tree of loving,
Shine on me again,
Grows on the bank of the river of suffering,
Shine on me again.
{c:Chorus.}
If only I could heal your sorrow,
Shine on me again,
I'd help you to find your new tomorrow,
Shine on me again.
{c:Chorus.}
Only you can climb that mountain,
Shine on me again,
If you want to drink at that golden fountain,
Shine on me again.
{c:Chorus.}
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>
# 7 September 1992
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