MAN IN THE SUN

(written by Kenneth Cope)

 

—for Dad—

 

High above the veiled horizon

Stronger than the face of lightning

His work never done

Shines the Man in the sun

 

Papa was a good man, poor man

But wished he were a good man, rich man

Ever admiring the shine in this world of ours

But Papa couldn’t hold his fortune

Faced the day with hands wide open

Gave it away

As fast as it came along

 

He’d light up the day

He’d warm up the night

Wherever the deed needed done

He’d carry the flame

Till he’d run out of fire

Climb in his plane, and fly to the Man in the sun

 

Papa loved granting favors

Digging deep for friends and strangers

He’d give his last dime, but never run short on love

He’d shine at one on one encounters

And now beyond his final hour

Remembering the man has the power to urge me on

 

He taught me

Love is what we are

—I can still hear . . . Look in their eyes, Son

Don’t hold back your heart

—I can still hear . . . Remember me, Son

When I’m dead and gone

—I can still hear . . . I’ll be watching

So take the flame and carry on

 

He’d light up the day

He’d warm up the night

Wherever the deed needed done

Now he’s passed on the flame

And vanished from sight

 

I’m going to light up the day

And warm up the night

Wherever the deed needs done

Going to give it away

Till the day that I die

Then it’s back to you Papa

I’m going to follow you Papa

Home to the Man in the sun

 

Papa’s now a rich man

 

© 1998 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)