If you were crying over me / Rita Chiarelli

If you were crying over me / Rita Chiarelli     If you were crying over me I'd catch each tear before it fell  say before wishing well To make dreams come true  to make sky of blue That's what I do If you were crying over me I'll hold  your head when you ache I'll fix your heart to never break I'll make your voice to sing I'd be their extra wing so you could fly If you were crying over me Everyday would be a sunday afternoon And every month would be a month of June a big full moon sitting on the edge of a midnight town .... Oh ....