River's flowing, mountains rising, drum beats to a setting sun. A clown sleeps hard in a lonesome corner, hoofbeats pound on forsaken ground, and they sing the Storyteller's Song.
Sun oh sun
Oh sun my sun
Tickle beneath me
on the run
Let me soar
through your
horizon
Let me sail you
Run right through me
through my veins
as though I'll never
be the same
If you love me
Let it rain
Rain upon me
Sun again