The Sun

Composer: Jay Clifford

 

Studio Recordings: 4-track recording
Releases: unreleased
First Performance: unknown
Song Information: Part of the Charles Waters Folk Oratorio.
Lyrical Interpretation: Official lyrics from the Charles Waters program (courtesy of Olivia)

There's a man holding his hands in his lap
Afternoon skin spilling sweat as a tree spills its sap
Bordering peacefulness, bordering charm
Leaving his wife she's the muscle that's in his arm
Meditate softly his bread for the day
Tragedy driving his words someplace far away

Letting the wind blow the ashes to ash
Pulling the window and let the wind blow through the sash
Tuck away clothing and dresses once worn
Tragedy bleeds like the sun no more

There's a man loving his anger like a child
The life of his daughter has yet to be reconciled
Now his own fever, his passions anew
Serving him well as a soil to sow gardens through
This is the means to which children leave home
It is the same for the lonely to be alone

Letting the wind blow the ashes to ash
Pulling the window and let the wind blow through the sash
Tuck away clothing and dresses once worn
Tragedy bleeds like the sun no more

Time has passed quickly as a river overflowed
The sun has come 'round again, light for the earth bestowed
Cursing it softly he asked not for this
He would give sunshine for the warmth of his daughter's kiss
But it is constant it always returns
Giving off light 'til his skin and his eyes they burn

Suddenly awakened with fear in my chest
I have been dreaming with thoughts that plant seeds of unrest
This the man that self pity has bore
Tragedy bleeds like the sun no more

Letting the wind blow the ashes to ash
Pulling the window and let the wind blow through the sash
Tuck away clothing and dresses once worn
Tragedy bleeds like the sun no more