These were once just words…lyrics to a song, and I would sing them at weddings…soft, and sweet. My guitar would lead me in and I loved singing this song. It was easy and melodic and people seemed to really like it.

Little did I know that someday, in the not too distant future, these words, strung together in such a way would carve a spot in my heart and lay in wait until I’d sing them again or until something and everything in my life would point to its message. These lyrics paint the picture of life, in its full circle. The glory of it and the bittersweet sadness of it….

I love it…Thank you, Jerry Bock, and Sheldon Harnick…whoever and wherever you are for giving me the gift of this song. It will live as long as I do….and then some.

Sunrise….Sunset…

Is this the little girl I carried….is this the little boy at play

I don’t remember growing older…when did they?

When did she get to be a beauty

When did he grow to be so tall

Wasn’t it yesterday when they-were-small?

Sunrise…Sunset, Sunrise…Sunset

Swiftlyfglow the days

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers

Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, Sunset…Sunrise, Sunset

Swiftly fly the years

One season following another

Laden with happiness and tears

Now is the little boy a bride groom

Now is the little girl a bride?

Under the canopy I see them

Side –by-Side

Bless the gold ring around her finger

Share the sweet wine and bread per glass

Soon the whole circle will have come-to-pass.

Sunrise, Sunset…………Sunrise, Sunset