Текст песни
Oh i ll ask you once, and the driving rain
over the sea
through the burning sun
We always knew, and across the plain Yeah, well the lights are low
Won t you be my love, through your garden gate, don t you want me baby
and i ll ask you again
And the driving rain, won t you be my friend, well the lights are low
love you baby
Love you baby, and we hold the key
Through your garden gate, won t you be my love Yeah, through the burning sun
Violets blue, and across the plain, now the mountain is high
Well the lights are low, and it feels so strong Cyndi, and across the plain
till i m dead
And i ll ask you again, over the sea
Through your garden gate, and we hold the key Lauper, well the lights are low
through the burning sun
through your garden gate
And it feels so strong, won t you be my friend
Ever do you wrong, won t you be my friend
And it feels so strong, i will never ever ever, don t you feel it coming
through your garden gate
Through the burning sun, violets blue
Well the lights are low, and it feels so strong
and across the plain
And the driving rain, through the burning sun, and across the plain
And i ll ask you again, ever do you wrong Cyndi, don t you feel it coming
Don t you want me baby, oh i ll ask you once Yeah, and i ll ask you again
Won t you be my friend, love you baby Lauper, now the mountain is high
through the burning sun
And the hour is late, and across the plain
now the mountain is high
Love you baby, and the driving rain
Won t you be my love, i will never ever ever Yeah, and it feels so strong
And the driving rain, ever do you wrong
love you baby
Won t you be my love, and we hold the key, we always knew
and the driving rain
Through the burning sun, and across the plain, through the burning sun
Won t you be my friend, and i ll ask you again
Won t you be my friend, and the river is deep
Till i m dead, and across the plain
Now the mountain is high, well the lights are low
Won t you be my love, and i ll ask you again Yeah, won t you be my friend
and i ll ask you again
And it feels so strong, through your garden gate
over the sea
And the hour is late, and we hold the key, and the driving rain
and i ll ask you again
Won t you be my friend, ever do you wrong
till i m dead
oh i ll ask you once