Met a boy one day,
down by the bay.

And I asked him why
there was a light in his eye.

He gave me this reply,
and it aws hard for me not to cry.

The sun comes up,
and the sun goes down.

The stars come out, 
and the moon rises high.

The wind rushes,
and the water laps.

And I know,
it was my Creator who made it so.