(Sung
by TIM to the audience.)
Whenever I go for walks
I take my friend the Sun.
We have such brilliant awesome talks
until the walks
are done...
Whenever I’m feeling beetle-browed
I say to my friend the Sun:
‘Please come out from behind that cloud!’
And my friend, the Sun,
it comes...
And when we come to woods and trees
I say to my friend the Sun:
‘If you’ll go over the top, please,
then I’ll go
underknees...’
And if the clouds are thick and black
the Sun, it says: ‘My friend,
I’ll just have to nip around the back
and meet you round the bend,
friend,
I’ll just have to pop around the back
and meet you round the bend,
friend...’
And when it’s late and time to go
my friend, the Sun, it tells me so.
‘Listen,’ it says, ‘you sleepyhead,
I seem to be singularly red.
It must be nearly time for bed
ahead...
Music
by Michael Klein ~ Lyrics by Alan Wakeman
All words and music copyright © Arcturus Music Ltd. 1993 & 2008
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