Do not hold them to your dimming fearful breast
A heart's hostage that would castigate the sun
For its rightly passage to the west
Do not hold them to your dimming fearful breast
Take the leaden burden from their brow
And sing to them the sweetest song you know
Kiss their eyes and let the dying die
With each breath a little death infuses
Til in time our very breathing bruises
Take the leaden burden from their brow
And sing to them the sweetest song you know
You are my sun
You are my sun
Yes you are
You are my sun
Now we are one
Yes we are
Yes we are
Yes we are
Do not hold them to your dimming fearful breast
A heart's hostage that would castigate the sun
For its rightly passage to the west
Do not hold them to your dimming fearful breast
Take the leaden burden from their brow
And sing to them the sweetest song you know
Kiss their eyes and let the dying die