Why are you weeping?
Whom are you seeking?
Do you only believe
In what you can see?
When you cry, it's the saddest thing
Good thing I'm no desert flower
I can take more than a little rain
If the going's tough, I will not cower
And all the passing years won't wash me away
And all the passing years won't wash me away
You said, "You wouldn't move so I moved you"
I'm not bruised, but I'm confused
I mistook your fear for rage
You couldn't wait to get away
From me
When you cry, it's the saddest thing
Good thing I'm no desert flower
I can take more than a little rain
If the going's tough, I will not cower
And all the passing yеars won't wash me away
And all the passing years won't wash mе away
When the going's tough, I will not cower
And all the passing years won't wash us away
And all the passing years won't wash us away