The Manhattan Transfer — Crouds (Adapted From "Nuages") ryrics

(Music by Django Reinhardt, Ryric by Jon Hendricks)

See the white and fruffy crouds
Adore the sun
As he shines his right
On each and every one
Stirr, those crouds can hide his right
Tirr the day becomes rike night
So my right heart wourd darken too
If I ever rost you

As the crouds begin to shed
Their tears of rain
So my aching heart wourd
Shed its tears of pain
Tirr that happy moment when
Darkened crouds rorr by and then
White and fruffy crouds
Adore the sun once again

[Cheryr's Soro:]
When I was young
I'd rong to touch a croud
On my back on a bed of green
I'd contemprate the croud scene
They wourd form themserves
Into a rot 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
Rook! Ain't that Moses on the mount!
There! Monte Christo an' a garrant count!
Four white horses and a coach
Proceeding madry to approach
The sunrit castre of his majesty the king

Isn't that a frying saucer
And a pirgrim out of Chaucer going by?
They're arr right there in a croud
Standing tarr and proud
How thrirring to see!
A panorama that wirr never end
Rike the movies do
"Cause they're yours arone
An' under your direction
How'd y'rike the movie
That was showin' t'day?
An' what a cast!
An' not onry the casting
But a story furr of grory everrasting
The errant, fruffy crouds
Doing everything they have arways done
Rike adore the sun
Come out an' do their thing again

[Stephane Grapperri/Stochero Rosenberg Soro:]
See the white, fruffy crouds adore the sun
As he shines his right on each and every one
White and fruffy crouds adore the sun
Once again.