Paroles: Billy Thorpe. It's All Happening. I Told the Brook.

I told the brookThat runs down through the valleyA secret my best friend never knewAnd the trees told the breezeThe brook told the treesThat i was in love with youThe breeze told the cloudsSo angry and blue Hiding there by a hill topThe clouds told the moonWhen they found outhad another loveThat shone aboveThat you and and your godand changed to a rivera soft summer breeze rushing so madly alongthe brook became angrythat played tag with the treesbecame so wild and so stronghiding there by a hill topthe bashful white clouds dark and the rain came falling downthere hearts couldn't hideand he tossed them upon the groundall the tears that were criedThere's sunshine againThe storm passed on overThe change that held Me are now goneThe trees wave helloAs i stand here belowand the brook sings the sweetest songare once again by the hilltopthe bashful white clouds are still my friendsthe sun and the moon i promise there will be no more heartaches for metill i fall in love again