Sun It Rises
Red squirrel in the morning
Red squirrel in the evening
Red squirrel in the morning, I'm coming to take you home
The sun rises, over my head
In the morning, when I
Hold me dear, into the night
Sun it will rise soon in the falling
The sun rising, dangling there
Golden and fair, in the sky
Ooh, ooh
Writer/s: Robin Pecknold
