作词 : Rod McKuen
Clouds are not the cheeks of angels you know?
They're only clouds
Friendly sometimes
But you can never be sure

If I had longer arms
I'd push the clouds away
Or make them hang above the water somewhere else
But I'm just a man
Who needs and wants
Mostly things he'll never have
Looking for that thing that's hardest to find
Himself
I've been going a long time now
Along the way I've learned some things
You have to make the good times yourself
Take the little times and make them big times
And save the times that are alright for the ones that aren't so good

I've never been able
To push the clouds away by myself
Help me
Please