Old Mister Sun is back in the sky,
He went away and I wonder why.
It was so dark and oh so drear,
He never would return, I fear.
I hate it when he goes away,
The days are more like nights in every way.
The darkness and the icy cold,
Makes me want to be consoled.
I think I’ll move to someplace warm,
And get away from winter storms,
I’ll sit beneath a green palm tree,
And be nice and warm and toasty.
A swimsuit and flip flops I’ll wear,
And maybe a flower in my hair.
I’ll sit and watch the ocean blue,
And think about the rest of you.