By Burt Bacharach

the windows of the world are covered with rain
where is the sunshine we once knew
everybody knows when little children play
they need a sunny day to grow straight and tall
let the sun shine through

the windows of the world are covered with rain
when will those dark skies turn to blue
everybody knows when boys grow into men
they start to wonder when their country will call
let the sun shine through

the windows of the world are covered with rain
there must be something we can do
everybody knows when little children play
it\’s really angel tears.
they need a sunny day to grow straight and tall
let the sun shine through

the windows of the world are covered with rain
when will those dark skies turn to blue
blue….