The sun comes up
And I sleep right through
I don’t know why
I do the things I do

When I wake
The sun is waiting
Will I get up?
Well I’m still debating

The sun comes up
Almost every day
Sometimes I wonder
Will it go away?

If it didn’t come up
I’d probably stay in bed
And dream all the dreams
That I dream in my head

But one of these days
I’ll drink from it’s cup
And quietly watch
As the sun comes up

© 10/26/1990
William Grant Preston

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