As the days go by,
And the sunset drift away to be replaced by the night,
The last minutes of light, give the sky a seldom touch.
Just a spring of life, so it isn't too much.
Just those array of bright that colour the sky, of orange and red.
Purple and Black.
Blue and white.
I hope it can be brigther as here where you are.
So don't ever let you be full of fright, if the day isn't alright and gray
has coloured the sky,
And a drop of rain comes by, remember, the sun it's always burning
bright,
Even if all those clouds are standing right in front of him.
And If you close your eyes very tight,
You will see another ray of bright, array of light,
In seven colours when it's raining outside...