(chorus) ain't it funny
ain't it funny
ain't it funny
the sun isn't sunny now
ain't it funny
ain't it funny
ain't it funny
when you isn't you...
a long time ago
April winds would blow
and leave her blossoms behind
but when the sky turns red
it clouds your head
and seems so hard to find
(chorus)
a long time ago
summer river would flow
seems no end in sight
when the well ran dry
away she'd fly
and now it's lonely white
(chorus)
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