You asked if the sun had a mother
And what, what might her name be?
And is she gentle? Oh isn't she awful
In how she loves the sun
Oh sun, you must be so lonely
Living high, high in the sky
The world has torn you
You've burned out your bright lights
And now the rain falls down on me
And what does it sound like when she turns out the lights?
And oh, can you hear her when she calls your name at night?