THE SUN THAT SHINES

O sun thy shine is bright,
As bright as the white light.
Heat penetrates through me,
From thy bright light, you see,
To have holidays,
To enjoy your rays.
On this day of yours,
We are not indoors.

You know, they sunshine day,
Your heat so not and gay,
Will not last for ever,
And keep our good weather.
For you’re not infinite,
But you’re truly finite.
One day you will have gone,
Some would say it is wrong.

All that depends on you,
The Earth in cinders too,
Burnt to a crisp, will lay.
From you will come no ray,
With no living life,
All is dead on this earth,
And there will be no birth.

Anyway, I will say,
It’s not for us today,
To worry about you,
And there’s nothing we can do,
To stop this horrible fate.
Anyhow you are our mate
So let’s enjoy your heat,
And keep our gardens neat.

A Russ 1974