The sun is shining low,
O'er the green hills of my home,
O'er the silver river flowing,
And o'er me as I roam.
I know not where they come from,
Those bright rays of the sun,
But someday I will reach them,
When all is said and done.
On and on I travel,
O'er the lanes and byways fair,
I walk along in spring's pale light,
And summer sun's bright glare.
Yes, I walk on along my way,
In fall sun's fading gaze,
And in the shining glint of light,
On darkened winter day.
I left my love and left my home,
To go and chase the sun,
For I must find that guiding light,
When all is said and done.
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