I woke up this morning, smiled at the rising sun.
The sun shall not smite I by day, nor the moon by night, and everything that I do shall be upfull and right.
Bless my eyes this morning, Jah sun is on the rise once again
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness every day.
Ain'tno sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain'tno sunshine when she's gone, and she's always gone too long, anytime she goes away.
We know that from time to time there arise among human beings people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.
To me, atonality is against nature. There is a center to everything that exists. The planets have the sun, the earth, the moon.
Since I've become a central banker, I've learned to mumble with great incoherence. If I seem unduly clear to you, you must have misunderstood what I said.
I guess I should warn you, if I turn out to be particularly clear, you've probably misunderstood what I've said.
The majority of people perform well in a crisis and when the spotlight is on them; it's on the Sunday afternoons of this life, when nobody is looking, that the spirit falters.