Billy Thorpe - I Told The Brook

I told the brook That runs down through the valley A secret my best friend never knew And the trees told the breeze The brook told the trees That i was in love with you The breeze told the clouds So angry and blue Hiding there by a hill top The clouds told the moon When they found outhad another love That shone above That 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 cried There's sunshine again The storm passed on over The change that held Me are now gone The trees wave hello As 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