Clouds(Adapted From Nuages) (LP Version)-The Manhattan Transfer

See the white and fluffy clouds Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes like night So my light heart would darken too If I ever lost you As the clouds begin to shed Their tears of rain So my aching heart would Shed its tears of pain Till that happy moment when Darkened clouds roll by and then White and fluffy clouds Adore the sun once again When I was young I'd long to touch a cloud On my back on a bed of green I'd contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount! There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count! Four white horses and a coach Proceeding madly to approach The sunlit castle of his majesty the king Isn't that a flying saucer And a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by? They're all right there in a cloud Standing tall and proud How thrilling to see! A panorama that will never end Like the movies do "Cause they're yours alone An' under your direction How'd y'like the movie That was showin' t'day? An' what a cast! An' not only the casting But a story full of glory everlasting The errant, fluffy clouds Doing everything they have always done Like adore the sun Come out an' do their thing again Stephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun As he shines his light on each and every one White and fluffy clouds adore the sun Once again.