(Studio Analog Recording) (Kitchen Demo Recording - Capistrano Beach 1977)
   

Now if you want to see the sunshine

Then you’ve got to have the rain

And if you want to make laughter

Then you’ve got to feel some pain

Yes if you want to be happy

You've got to know how to cry

Don't you know that God loves laughter

Because it makes His children high

Don't you know that God loves laughter

Because it makes His children high

 

There is a reason for the pain that makes the children cry

That makes their teardrops fall like rain… there is a reason why

A reason why hard times go down and the good times come after

A reason why things turn around… because God loves laughter     

 

Now if you want to see the sunshine

Then you’ve got to have the rain

And if you want to make laughter

Then you’ve got to feel some pain

Yes if you want to be happy

You've got to know how to cry

Don't you know that God loves laughter

Because it makes His children high

Don't you know that God loves laughter

Because it makes His children high      

 

You cannot know what love's about until you've walked alone

Until you've had to do without what made you feel at home

And you cannot have the sunshine without the rainfall after

All those tears fall from your eyes 'cause God loves laughter

 

Now if you want to see the sunshine

Then you’ve got to have the rain

And if you want to make laughter

Then you’ve got to feel some pain

Yes if you want to be happy

You've got to know how to cry

Don't you know that God loves laughter

Because it makes His children high

Don't you know that God loves laughter

Because it makes His children high

      
Every night when the sun goes down
I lie awake and wait for you to come around
Hearing your footsteps in every sound
Feeling the midnight madness
     
Hoping you'll be coming back again
I lie awake and think that I have gone insane
Mem'ries dropping in like summer rain
Feeling the midnight madness
     
Only you can cool the fire in my head
'Cause I can't make love in a half-empty bed
Though I'm feeling you around me I'm alone
Feeling the midnight madness carry me away
 
Waiting for the morning sun to rise
I lie awake and dream of you with sleepy eyes
Knowing love abandoned slowly dies
Feeling the midnight madness
 
Only you can cool the fire in my head
'Cause I can't make love in a half-empty bed
Though I'm feeling you around me I'm alone
Feeling the midnight madness
Feeling the midnight madness
Feeling the midnight madness carry me away
 
Only you can cool the fire in my head
'Cause I can't make love in a half-empty bed
Though I'm feeling you around me I'm alone
Feeling the midnight madness
Feeling the midnight madness
Feeling the midnight madness carry me away
     
(Kitchen Demo Recording - Capistrano Beach 1977) (Kitchen Demo Recording - Capistrano Beach 1977)
   
Dear Joanna listen
To the voice of no regret
Say his heart would be a lonely place
If never we had met
 
Listen to the silence
Of the ghost of no intent
Whose heart was in a vacuum
Till your breath of love was sent
 
Dear Joanna listen
To these words forever true
And Joanna listen as I sing out
I love you... I love you... I love you
 
Joanna won't you whisper
Of the things I love to hear
Of dogs and kids and cookies
And the things you hold so dear
 
I was lost and lonely
Chasing shadows on the wind
Since we met I've only
Learned to let my life begin
 
Please Joanna listen
To these words forever true
And Joanna listen as I sing out
I love you... I love you... I love you
       
Morning is mellow
As I wake to see you lying there
Sleeping in yellow
Sunlight swimming through your golden hair
    
Our love dream goes on
Playing in the dawn
Leaving me mellow... so mellow
Morning comes on like a friend
Begins the dream that never ends
     
Morning is mellow
As you whisper words I long to hear
Soft as a cello
Keeps the feeling of a night song near
     
The music goes on
Playing our love song
Leaving me mellow... so mellow
Morning comes on like a friend
Begins the song that never ends
      
 
      
 
 
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