Bright as the Sun

Another lyric with the sun.

Bright as the Sun

All my beside books 
are missing or old.
I still like to pine for
the stories they told.

I’m waiting all my life
for the imp to come.
to spin gold of my dreams
as bright as the sun.

Deep in the woods
his little cottage home,
A little old man dances
through the meadow brome.

I still go to sleep
with a listening ear;
I like to imagine its
his footsteps near.

I’m waiting all my life
for the imp to come,
to spin gold of my dreams
as bright as the sun.