Mary Hopkin - How Come The Sun
How come the sun didn't make it today?
Is it tired of what it's been shining down on?
Could it be God didn't wake it today?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the sun just comes up out of habit,
Then goes down as quick as it can,
These days you just have to grab it as it goes by.
How come the stars didn't come out tonight?
Are they tired of what they've been shining down on?
Could it be God had a few doubts tonight?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the stars are just going through motions,
They don't see the point of it all,
They shine, shine, but you get the notion they wonder why.
Maybe the sun saw everyone pulling his neighbour's hair,
He couldn't rise without the skies filling with filthy air,
Do you suppose that he knows? That he knows, but he won't tell us?
How come the moon just won't rise up and shine?
Is it tired of what it's been shining down on?
Could it be God couldn't make up his mind?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the moon's heart just isn't in it,
It gives less than all of its light,
It shines, shines, then just when it's greatest it starts to die.
(Repeat first verse)
Is it tired of what it's been shining down on?
Could it be God didn't wake it today?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the sun just comes up out of habit,
Then goes down as quick as it can,
These days you just have to grab it as it goes by.
How come the stars didn't come out tonight?
Are they tired of what they've been shining down on?
Could it be God had a few doubts tonight?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the stars are just going through motions,
They don't see the point of it all,
They shine, shine, but you get the notion they wonder why.
Maybe the sun saw everyone pulling his neighbour's hair,
He couldn't rise without the skies filling with filthy air,
Do you suppose that he knows? That he knows, but he won't tell us?
How come the moon just won't rise up and shine?
Is it tired of what it's been shining down on?
Could it be God couldn't make up his mind?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the moon's heart just isn't in it,
It gives less than all of its light,
It shines, shines, then just when it's greatest it starts to die.
(Repeat first verse)