From the sky, the people shout
They ask where the sun has gone,
I tell them it\'s where it\'s always been
They say it\'s been lost since dawn
Here, I say pushing away the clouds
They scream in a horrible tune,
The sun, O\' it\'s gone for good!
I say it\'s been there since noon
O\' how the people scurry about
Walking along, holding their doubts,
I point, begging for them to see
The sun is hanging where it always should be!
And as the people dash from the streets
I am left gazing at the sky,
For O\' the sun is all too divine!
Where has it gone, I cry!