Now here against the background of umbrellas and singing When the Sun Comes Out is one of the most exciting youngsters to come alongthe white way in a long time. Here is Barbara Streisand. So let's have a fine hand for her.When the sun comes outAnd the rain stops beating on my window paneWhen the sun comes outThere'll be bluebirds round my doorSinging like they did before that old storm broke outAnd my man walked off, left me in the rainThough he's gone, I doubtIf he'll stay away for goodI'd stop living if he shouldLove is funnyIt's not always peaches, cream and honeyJust when everything seemed bright and sunnySuddenly the cyclone cameI'll never be the sameTill that sun comes outAnd the rain stops beating on my window paneMy heart holds outLet it rain and let it pourIt may not be long beforeThere's a knocking at my doorThen you'll know the one I loveForget when the sun comes outAnd the rain stops beating on my window paneIf my heart holds outLet it rain, let it pourIt may not be long beforeThere's a knocking at my doorThen you'll know the one I loveForget when the sun comes outOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooapplauseapplauseLarry, that youngster's really got it, hasn't he?