Sunrise, Sunset
By Aquarius
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, Sunset.
Sunrise, Sunset.
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming, even as we gaze.
Sunrise, Sunset.
Sunrise, Sunset.
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
Now they must learn from one another,
Day by day.
Sunrise, Sunset.
Sunrise, Sunset.
Swiftly fly the years.,
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.
From ‘Fiddler On The Roof’
By Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick
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