i live in the fields beyond this place
i dream of days when i could see her face
old man, my steps are tempered by my lack of sight
don't know what's wrong with the world,
but i swear i'll try to make it right

i've got a piece of the burning sun

small life, my days are valley bound
sunrise, morning comes without a sound
sunlight pours over mountains onto my face
my path is dark but my steps are sure
my wrinkled skin drinks in the new day

i've got a piece of the burning sun
can't let it out, i might hurt someone
i've got a piece of the burning sun, oh
won't you help me light the world up

never wanted to see you smile
as much as i do today

woke up, and somehow i feel my age
maybe today will be the last of my days
silently i say my goodbyes play one last song on the fiddle by the fire
then i fall, gently fall, like the snow, and i'm flying

i've got a piece of the burning sun
can't let it out, i might hurt someone
i've got a piece of the burning sun
won't you help me light the world up?

never wanted to see you smile
as much as i do today

granddaughter wake up, wake up, i'm going home
don't cry for me, you'll never be alone
i leave behind my spirit my fire and these old bones
granddaughter wake up, don't cry for me, i'm going home

the morning sun is brilliant in my new eyes
town hill is radiant in the sunlight
the morning fog hides the new hope inside
granddaughter, won't you light up this world


town hill

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copyright 2003 daniel s. zimmerman