SUN SONG

By: Julie Duane

I sit in the sun and dry my hair

Soft breeze blowing, brown legs bare

Curtains flutter and neighbors stare

But it's little it matters and little I care

As I sit in the sun and dry my hair



I have my love and he has me

And I am all that he wants me to be

The neighbors whisper and drink their tea

But it's little I listen and little I see

I have my love and he has me



I live to love, to laugh, to cry

The quick hard kiss, the dream held high

And the neighbors' hearts grow cold and die

But it's little I worry or wonder why

It's little I worry or wonder why