Sun Song

O, but if I could get rid of it all
Said the sun to the moon when the night came to fall
All the rooftops and chimneys and all of those things
In the bright part of morning when the first sparrow sings

O, but if I could just scrape from the ground
All the miles of concrete that carry around
All the motorcars making their way between the seas
Leave the mountains and meadows to do as they please

O, but if I could drink the rivers clean
Give the birds and the bears more than space inbetween
Tell all the tall buildings to go back to bed
Let the poor chopped-up farm fields be forests instead

Well the moon told the sun she would help if she could
But a mouthful of brickwork tastes worse than it should
She said I will admit I have thought to myself
If we wait just a bit it will swallow itself



Credits
Writer(s): Phoebe Troup
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