Sunrise yellow,
sleepy fellow,
sleepy fellow laying in the grass,
under the blue sky and the clouds that slowly pass,
sleepy fellow,
dreaming of who knows what,
whilst forgetting the day,
and dreaming it away.
Sleepy fellow,
maybe, while he's sleeping,
he is playing amongst the stars,
and the heavens,
maybe he's dreaming,
dreaming of all the kind people,
and maybe he's giving the nasty ones a piece of his mind,
maybe he's dreaming of his Mum and Dad,
maybe he's dreaming of love,
and the great day that he has had,
as he clutches his balloon,
and the sun, it shines down upon his face,
and as he sleeps, people pass by,
and smile at his contented face,
as he twitches slightly in his sleep,
and murmurs and talks to himself.
and the day is mellow,
as he lays in the grass,
and the dandelion that is pressed up against his face,
it is sunrise yellow,
and blessed is the day,
as his parents look over him,
and the love it reflects in their eyes,
and they give thanks for his life,
and for his arrival,
which was, and is a glorious delight,
and as the day,
the dreams he has,
I hope they are memorable,
I hope they are memorable.