As the sire of a boy Who is only five you see I find I must pa** judgment On a million matters Once he woke me from sleep The sun began to touch the sky He hit me with a question And I had no answer Can the sun sing? He had heard singing Once voice ringing Coming from beyond his room Searching out the source He dared to part the curtains Then he saw the morning sun Some would say he dreamed it Fibbed ad merely schemed it Yet I'm really not so sure Seeming so convinced he Stirred form deep within me Meditations on a theme We were very young We were racing through a garden Laughing in the sunshine And reveling in the sound of his Singing, singing Such the sound Snuggled close beside me Here the boy was waiting Waiting for the answer To his mystery Dare I k** the magic Rob his world of beauty Toss away the morning joy We were very old We were climbing toward the summit Far above the meadows Far above the clouds Just to hear him singing Once again So the next dawning Found us waiting in his room Bundled up in blankets Sharing secrets in the gloom Suddenly we heard it Morning captured in a song He who made the sunlight Bidding us to sing along When you hear him singing Night is nearly over Climb to the sun for there you will find All is bathed in light