Oh golden ball of peaceful fire

    Why must you set each night

    Do all your beams grow weak and tire

    Beneath such massive light

    Or are there others that you see

    Of whom we're not aware

    Or maybe even could it be

    That you no longer care

    And yet you come around again

    With morning by your side

    Never telling where you've been

    Nor what you have to hide

    Some claim that you return to greet

    The children as they rise

    Perhaps they need your warming heat

    And you, their warming eyes

    Might it be that just one child

    Can brighten up your day

    Becoming then your glowing smile

    To light our darkened way