Whenever the sun
Whenever the sun hits the sea
I am overwhelmed with glee
Then I see it set
I will weep you can bet
Whenever the sun hits my face
My arms fall and feel like lace
At the end of the day sunshine is what the air will lack
But the nest day it will soon be back
Whenever the sun burns my skin
I treasure it like my kin
Whenever the sun goes down
My smile turns to a frown
Whenever the sun dries my clothes
They keep my warm from my head to my toes
When the sun goes behind a cloud
I want to yell out loud
Whenever the sun fills me with joy
It reminds me of being a little boy
No matter how many times the sun leaves me
It will always come back and it will always be
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