Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, Please shine down on me. Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, Hiding behind a tree These little children are asking you To please come out so we can play with you. Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, Please shine down on, Please shine down...
Way up in the sky Point up in the air with a sweeping motion the little birds fly Fold your arms like wings and flap them While down in the nest Point to the ground with a sweeping motion the little birds rest Close your eyes and rest your head on your hands like you...
The wheels on the bus go round and round round and round round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round all through the town. The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish, swish swish swish, swish swish swish, the wipers on the bus go swish swish swish all...
