The barometer is falling
And the sky is turning grey,
But in my heart there’s sunshine
In that old, familiar way.
I’ve fallen back in love this morning,
As I fall in love each day.
From the moment I first see you,
Grey clouds just fade away.
You’re the reason for my sunshine—
Let the thunder roll at will;
When love fills up my heart,
I’ll have perfect weather still.
By Betty L. Killebrew
Copyright May 30, 2005