Santa Clara Clareou
Roberto Ribeiro
Santa Clara Shone
Santa Clara shone
It's Sunday, it shone
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
A whirlwind of wind, a whistle
A rainbow crossing the sky
A child's thought
Dreaming of hope
Covering itself with its veil
Santa Clara shone
It's Sunday, it shone
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
Rain goes, sun comes
With its old warmth
To dry my sheet
To cover my love
Santa Clara shone
It's Sunday, it shone
Santa Clara shone
It's Sunday, it shone
Santa Clara shone
It's Sunday, it shone
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
A whirlwind of wind, a whistle
A rainbow crossing the sky
A child's thought
Dreaming of hope
Covering itself with its veil
Santa Clara shone
It's Sunday, it shone
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
Rain goes, sun comes to dry my sheet
