Every time you think that it's from heaven Don't you know it's clouds and rain And it's from heaven You find your fortune all over town Be sure that your umbrella Is upside down And give her a package of sunshine and flowers Don't you know the things you love They must have showers And when you hear the thunder Don't run under a tree There'll be banners from heaven for you and me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
