(Sung
by SPIRAL to TIM.)
About thissss time of day
I turn to the ssssun and ssssay:
‘Let’ssss go out and play
and while the hourzzzz away.’
And in the afternoon
which alwayszzzz comes too ssssoon
the ssssun grantssss me this boon -
to warm me as I sssswoon.
And after I’ve had my nap
I sssslither off through a gap
and sssskilfully entrap
another tassssty sssscrap.
And when the night is near
the ssssun, it says: My dear,
the cold is your chief fear,
sssso I want to make thissss clear:
I’ve looked at all the clockssss
and listened to crowing cockssss,
and consulted my equinoxssss
and for you I’ve warmed the rockssss.’
So it seems we’ve just begun
to understand the fun
of knowing our friend the sun’szzzz
a friend of everyone’szzzz.
Music
by Michael Klein ~ Lyrics by Alan Wakeman
All words and music copyright © Arcturus Music Ltd. 1993 & 2008
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