Small Umbrella in the Rain sing and play along

I think perhaps it looks like rain.

The sky gets bluer by the hour.

The water falls in little drops.

That's why it's called a sun show'r.

Ah, and now it stops.

If I say rain, then you say sun.

If I say yes, then you say no.

It seems before we start, we're done.

We even argue at hello.

If I say, "Share with me this small umbrella..."

I say, "Who cares if I get wet?"

We are as diff'rent as the morning and the night.

No, we're as diff'rent as the winter and the spring.

We always seem to fight.

We disagree on ev'rything.

And yet, you make me smile,

you make me laugh, you make me care.

How can I explain?

Inside my heart I feel a pain when you're not there.

Though we are not at all alike,

you make me feel alive.

If we had that in common,

that one small thing in common,

love could be like a small umbrella in the rain.

When people discover passion, they've come upon something rare.

This fervor thay have in common will shelter them anywhere.

Though the rest may be rough with such passion to share,

I think they have more than enough,

enough to make a marriage, if we dare.

there. Though we are not at all alike,

you make me feel alive.

Yes, we have that in common,

that one small thing in common.

Our love is like a small umbrella in the rain.