I see the sun shining bold in the sky.
I see the light waving gold, curving high.
Sun people wing to my house every day.
They carry sun bells for their friends to play.
I like to curl in a circle of sun.
I like to whirl in a sunbeam of fun.
Sometimes a cloud covers up my best friend.
But I know sunshine comes back in the end.
Words and Music by Margery Layton, Copyright 1966