THE SUN SONG
(Mogol / Powell / Battisti 1977)
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| Your long blond hair and eyes of baby blue | The bicycles we left abandoned on the top of the hill |
| bright colors never fading | lying together under the trees |
| the blush of childhood on your downy cheek | flowers, the pages of your scrapbook fill |
| the days of hide-and-seek | so happy in that summer breeze |
| the secret places we arranged to be | an awkward silence that you seem to fear |
| the things you felt but couldn't see | a look I couldn't understand |
| the sandy footprints as you shyly fled | the flowers falling as I draw near |
| oh no, now summer's go away, we are older | oh 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 me | You'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 me | Is the flame still burning? I can't see. |
| Oh sad old ocean, sad old ocean, jaded sea | Oh 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 sea | Oh 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. | |