We may never touch the sun,
chart an is land in the sea.
There are races we won't run,
lots of places we won't see.
We may never smell the wind,
an d I doubt that we might chance upon
Spider -spinning webs of gold,
in the stillness of the dawn
We may never meet our
God
Turning cartwheels in the skies
But if
God is really real, my love
Then I've met
Him in your eyes
We may never touch the sun,
though our lifetime be a million days,
but I've touched your hand at dawn,
an d you've touched me in a hundred ways.
Let the spiders spin their gold
Till their spinning's finally done
Every time that you take hold of me
It's as though
I've touched the sun
As for islands in the sea,
an d the color of the wind,
They're as right and they're as real to me,
as the love we're living in.
La, la, la, la,
la – laaa
If we never touch the sun
And our sunshine days are few
Will you put the sun inside of me
As my love's inside of you?
you