The Sun

There is a bit of sunlight That is what all can see There is some kind of sun above me It gives some kind of glimmer Which gives gold to share When I can't see the sunlight I do care The sun is always shining Give me your hand To fields we have broken To warm the land With sun on our shoulders Gold falls the sky And we become blessed By the sun and its eye Beaches are always whiter When the sun gives some bleach The days are always fun When at the beach There's sunlight drenching summer It lifts smiles from the dark Soon all are gathered to enjoy A time at the park The sun is always shining Give me your hand To fields we have broken To warm the land With sun on our shoulders Gold falls the sky And we become blessed By the sun and its eye