The sounds of howling guitars makes me
turn on that bluesy feeling and pick up
my guitar and let it gently weep . . .

I bow down in a pray . . . and I rise
and kiss the sky thinking of Hendrix
when he made Castles of sand . . .

and when the sun hits me right on my face
and that sad bluesy feelings is heating up
with warmness then I start singing . . .

"Here comes the sun . . ." and suddenly
I start to rock and roll . . .
Give me your LOVE . . . baby . . .

and I kiss the sky  once again . . .
Love me baby like I love you . . .