The Sun

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

And then another day goes by
And the sun lies down in the hay
A little breeze comes down the hill
Ain't much to do. Ain't much to say
It is true, nothing will stay that way
But we knew, that one day we'd meet again

One day we'll dream again
One day we'll see again
The sun
One day we're high again
One day we'll fly again
To the sun
The sun
The sun

It may not seem like that to you
But I was happy in those days
When we walked hand in hand
Down to the river and swam
It is true, nothing will stay that way
But we knew, that one day we'd meet again

One day we'll dream again
One day we'll see again
The sun
One day we're high again
One day we'll fly again
To the sun
The sun
The sun