Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don`t remember getting older, day by day
Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years.
One season following the other,
Laden with happiness and tears.
When did she get to be a beauty,
When did he grow to be so tall,
Wasn`t it yesterday when they were small?
Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years.
One season following the other,
Laden with happiness and tears.