I sing a song in the rising sun
The song of love for I have none
I wish for love though I will not cry
No tear will fall from my weary eye

I sing a song of the waining light
In the darkness alone I fight
Thought has come now dark and deep
I close my eyes though I dare not sleep

I sing a song in a past tense
The things I did did not make sense
Of all I wish that I could hold
No not silver no not gold

I sing a song of yesterday
I should have said the things I did not say
If only I could go back and make it right
Say I love you and hold you tight.