Hank Snow
Sonny Boy
When there are grey skies I don't mind the grey skies.You make them blue, Sonny Boy.Friends may forsake me, Let them all forsake me.You pull me through, Sonny Boy.You're sent from heaven And I know your worth.You made a heaven for me Right here on the earth.When I'm old and grey, dear, Promise you won't stray, dear,For I love you, Sonny Boy.
From Letras Mania