Where does the sun goWhen he sneaks away,When the day turns to nightAnd my thoughts fly astrayOn the wings of the whispersThat flit round my head,And the shadows creep upAnd crawl under my bed?What does he see,This bright sun of the mornAs he rides through the heavensWhere angels are bornAnd the stars of dark velvetFling ice chips to cloudsThat soft drift falling snowOn the earth in bright shrouds?How does he feel,Jolly s...
