THE SUN SONG

(Mogol / Powell / Battisti 1977)





             Your long blond hair and eyes of baby blueThe bicycles we left abandoned on the top of the hill
             bright colors never fadinglying together under the trees
             the blush of childhood on your downy cheekflowers, the pages of your scrapbook fill
             the days of hide-and-seekso happy in that summer breeze
             the secret places we arranged to bean awkward silence that you seem to fear
             the things you felt but couldn't seea look I couldn't understand
             the sandy footprints as you shyly fledthe flowers falling as I draw near
             oh no, now summer's go away, we are olderoh no, don't hold me back, don't raise yout hands.
  
             Where have you been,Where are you been,
             what have you done, till now?what have you done, till now?
             You're a woman, a woman, tell meYou're a woman, a woman, tell me
             what do you mean that you're a woman at last?                    what do you mean that you're a woman at last?
             How many arms have been around you?How many arms have been around you ?
             Did they change you in the past?Did they change you in the past ?
             So what, don't tell me, you're moving too fast.So what, don't tell me, you're moving too fast.
  
             Do you remember tossed in waves of white?Can you recall the waves and summer skies?
             Green stones where water flows free?The spray from surfing in the sea?
             What color are your eyes speckled in light?What light flickers deep in your eyes?
             I'll never ask, you'll never tell meIs the flame still burning? I can't see.
  
             Oh sad old ocean, sad old ocean, jaded seaOh sad old ocean, sad old ocean, jaded sea
             you were as pure as the innocence in me.you were as pure as the innocence in me.
             Oh sad old ocean, sad old ocean, jaded seaOh sad old ocean, sad old ocean, jaded sea
             you were as pure as the innocence in me.you were as pure as the innocence in me.
  
 When the bright rays of the morning sun burst into the night
 the early day breaks over us whit clear warm light
 the shadows and the phantoms of the dark
 turn into trees and blossoms truth once more rejects the lies
 and love becomes the light that's shining still in your eyes.
  

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