Sunshine drys up the sidewalks and wipes all my teardrops away||I wheel my wheelchair to the window|And stare at the rain as it falls on the street|I wish in the gloom of my dark little room|That a ray from the sunshine would peep||Because rain drops just like my tears|Won't let me watch the kids play|But sunshine drys up the sidewalks|And wipes all my teardrops away||It's so good to see children like me|Playing games on the street when it's dried|They laugh and have fun|They skip and they run|And they make me feel happy inside||While rain drops just like my tears|Won't let me watch the kids play|But sunshine drys up the sidewalks|And wipes all my teardrops away||Sometimes when I smile at the kids for awhile|They come up to my window to see|My funny wheelchair, and my legs that aren't there|And they often pick flowers for me||Until rain drops just like my tears|Won't let me watch the kids play||But sunshine drys up the sidewalks|And wipes all my teardrops away||Tomorrow I know, I don't want to go|With that lady who comes in the van|She'll take me away, where children won't play|Near my sunshiny window again||And rain drops just like my tears|Won't let me watch the kids play|But sunshine drys up the sidewalks|And wipes all my teardrops away||Sunshine drys up the sidewalks and wipes all my teardrops away.|