Sun of the Sons

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
I don’t know if anybody’s there
You’re on your own and gonna need your friend so come home
Furthest tumours lurking in my head
I miss you all and all the things I have to come home
Oh no, is this happening
Oh no, are you dealing with
But her day has come
But you’re still a son
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Sons of sorrow make me understand
You never know where you’ll be when I’ve got to come home
Fields of flowers burning in your breast
The milk of mother’s running through my veins to come home
Oh no, is this happening
But her day has come
But you’re still a son
Here comes the sun, sun of the sons
Here comes the sun, sun of the sons sees the sun over here
Here comes the sun, sun of the sons sees the sun over here
Here comes the sun, sun of the sons sees the sun
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on
Is everybody holding on