Baby of all I've learned, I've read I'll show it to you Baby of all I've heard, I've said I'm telling you true I hope you fly That your mad ache would rise And the lot for your life To be sweet and ripe And what you can't stand to say You'd kneel to pray (everyday) Baby I'd sell the rain, run wild Oh to love you good Don't wanna lose my sense, my stride Oh but maybe I should