Stan Wells Sunshine's Warmth
The Early morning sunshine
Warms this new born day
And I'm looking through the window
In such a brand new way
The birds are cheerfully singing it
The flowers are silently whispering it
And all the wonders of rolling free
Are unfolding in front of me
And I'm only trying to tell you somehow
These things that I have found
The world is calling it's children now
To play in this wondrous playground
And up we go down we go
Round and round
We've all got a seat on this merry go round
Seems like we're moving and going somewhere
So surprising to learn that we've always been there
