Sunboat - Little Suns

One apple, one palm fruit, 30 pounds stewed dog root

three children play loudly along a sound valley

want you to be mine, knowing it's not fine, no it's not right, now is not the time

one thing my eyes say when they gaze, they gaze upon your gaze upon your light

let it be right...

let it be right...

all around me people seem so, they seem so happy

how can they be happy, when they know you aren't with me

if you the only see the way I see, the way I dance when i'm alone

you would marry me certainly nowthere's no doubting no no

with all the troubles this world has going

take me in your row boat till the sun's not glowing

when the world aint turning

I can be your sweet delight.