Pretty Cloud

My pretty cloud in the sky I'm watching you from afar Sometimes you float up and grace me With sun And sometimes you come very close And multiply yourself Heavy and thick raining sorrow On me Still, I am blissful In whatever you give me I lean on the mystery of who you are Still, I am blissful In whatever you show me A real curiosity of who you are Sensitive to temperature Sensitive to moisture Sensitive to the winds that always come And there are days when you spread yourself So thin across the atmosphere That I can't see you anymore Still, I am blissful In whatever you give me I lean on the mystery of who you are Still, I am blissful In whatever you show me A real curiosity of who you are Still, I am blissful In whatever you give me I lean on the mystery of who you are Still, I am blissful In whatever you show me A real curiosity of who you are Goodbye Goodbye