I wish I could remain here
In the shining, golden sun,
In the warming rays it stretches
out until the day is done.
I wish that I could follow to
beyond the shifting sea,
could cast away my worries
And let the sunlight pour o'er me.
Yet the shimmering sun is setting and
the night is drawing on,
So I will have to wait until
again the sun, bright, dawns.

Carry on, my fairest sunbeam,
pray and come caress my skin!
Not often have I seen you, lately,
Since the winter settled in!
Come and rest beside me, sunbeam,
warm the eyelids on my face,
Show me what you've seen in travels,
in some far off, sunny place.
Were the islands warm and sandy?
Were the palm trees lush and green?
Did the desert diamonds sparkle
and the ocean waters gleam?
Did you greet the winging swallows
and the geese that flew so far?
Did you smile at the fishes
Resting on the gold sandbar?
Tell me sunbeam, tell me truly,
What the summer has in store!
Tell me of the yellow noontimes
And of the golden days once more!

The bitter wind blows, cutting
through the the coats and gloves and skin,
The winter sunlight wavers,
What could it do to win?
The window gathers sunbeams
with its clear, inviting panes,
and tinkles with the knocking
of the slightly frozen rain.
Both the freezing rain and sunlight
Are here this afternoon
Though soon the sun will sink away
And pools reflect the moon.