Roger Whittaker - Sunrise, Sunset

( Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset . . . )

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 they gaze . . .

Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset!
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears . . .

One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears . . .

( Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset . . . )