Come to the sunshine
Hang your ups and down you comes to the sunshine
Come . . . to the sunshine
You know, I know, you know, that I love you.Weather here could not be finer,
it suits to sail off Carolina shore.
I'll tell ya more and more over,
cotton threads to keep me cool
in the sun-swept afterglow,
I know I'm a fool, but I'm hoping that you'll be . . .
mine in time.
Sailboats sail by two-by-two by,
I think a lot of you . . . I . . .
really doubt you think about me . . .
like I do you.Come to the sunshine
. . . to the sunshine
You know, I know, you know, that I love you.While they play the White Swan Serenade,
cornered, struck, I watched them promenade,
they're comforted -- got it made over.
Dunn and Bradstreet, Vanity Fair,
who wears what, how much, and who's been "where"
But I really don't care,
the lesson we share.
Come to the sunshine
Hang your ups and down you comes to the sunshine
. . . come to the sunshine.
You know, I know, you know, that I love you.
