Sweet Child O’ Mine Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (Ft. Miche Braden)

She´s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of chilhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when i see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if i stared too long
I´d probably break down and cry

Wuooh sweet child o´mine
Wuoh oh oh oh sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As id ther thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
Of a war safe place
Where as a child i'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Wuooh sweet child o´mine
Wuoh oh oh oh sweet love of mine