As the sire of a boy
Who is only five you see
I find I must pass judgment
On a million matters
Once he woke me from sleep
The sun began to touch the sky
He hit me with a question
And I had no answer
Can the sun sing?
He had heard singing
Once voice ringing
Coming from beyond his room
Searching out the source
He dared to part the curtains
Then he saw the morning sun
Some would say he dreamed it
Fibbed ad merely schemed it
Yet I'm really not so sure
Seeming so convinced he
Stirred form deep within me
Meditations on a theme
We were very young
We were racing through a garden
Laughing in the sunshine
And reveling in the sound of his
Singing, singing
Such the sound
Snuggled close beside me
Here the boy was waiting
Waiting for the answer
To his mystery
Dare I kill the magic
Rob his world of beauty
Toss away the morning joy
We were very old
We were climbing toward the summit
Far above the meadows
Far above the clouds
Just to hear him singing
Once again
So the next dawning
Found us waiting in his room
Bundled up in blankets
Sharing secrets in the gloom
Suddenly we heard it
Morning captured in a song
He who made the sunlight
Bidding us to sing along
When you hear him singing
Night is nearly over
Climb to the sun for there you will find
All is bathed in light

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN