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