Up On the Sun

A long time ago

I turned to myself and said

You, you are my daughter

I saw that the image

I saw it was real

So you are my daughter

Then maybe we've got something to talk about

Who told you so

That gold burns slow

Like coal camper's candles

All lost in the snow

Now you are my daughter

Then maybe we've got something to talk about

Lay down, you're on

The warmth that I'm weaving

Is for you alone

Up on the sun

Where it never rains or snows

There's an ocean

With a wind that never blows

And if you see it closer

Then the finer points will show

Not too much more

Too much more