Watching the sun. Watching it come. Watching it come up over the rooftops. . Cloudy and warm. Maybe a storm. You can never quite tell. From the morning. . Chorus. And it's going to be a day
What's that sound I hear coming from the ground. That' going 'round and 'round I can feel it pull me down. On my knees tears of joy have come to me. As the flower sounds made it plain to see That
Too beautiful. . And I laid down in fields of gold. Only to rest my head. And I walked home. On a warm summer's day. With buttercups and Queen Ann lace. For my bed. . And I ran until I could