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