Sunboat - Little Suns
One apple, one palm fruit,
30 pounds stewed dog root
three children play loudly along a sound valley
want you to be mine, knowing it's not fine
no it's not right, now is not the time
one thing my eyes say when they
gaze upon your gaze upon your light
let it be right...let it be right
let it be right...let it be right
all around me people seem so
they seem so happy
how can they be happy
when they know you aren't with me
if you could only see the way I
see the way I dance when i'm alone
you would marry me certainly now
there's no doubting no o o
with all the troubles this world has going
take me in your rowboat
till the sun's not glowing
and when the world aint turning
I can be your sweet delight.