Happy Feet

Sound of rain on the window pain Makes a mighty sweet and soft refrain But I never found a sound as sweet As the tippity tippity tap of happy feet Mocking bird never says a word But his pretty music must be heard Well there is no music with a beat of

we both are lost and alone in the world walk with me in the gentle rain don't be afraid i've a hand for your hand and i will be your love for a while i feel your tears as they fall down my cheek they are warm like the gentle rain come little one you