Here comes the sun, oh yeah!
A million zillion songs are written
For the winter-weary sunlight-smitten
To get the pilling woollies out from under their skin.
It makes snow glitter like powdered mica.
Melts the ice from roads and roofs and hearts
And brings the warmth to smiles and parts
Of cafes hidden in grey and cold and shadow.
The sun transforms cities, citizens, cultures,
Anchors traits and tics in generations of souls.
Makes priorities, decides for us our daily roles,
And shapes everything from laughter to national character.