Lirieke: Barbara Dickson. Thro' the Recent Years. You Like The Sun.

You like the sun
Have risen in my sky
Spreading your light
Mountain high
You like the sun
Like the sun in the sky

You like the sun
At noon in my sky
Everywhere I go
Golden in your eye
You like the sun
Like the sun in the sky

But now like the sun
You are setting in my sky
Light fades away
And I watch your sunset die
Gone, love is gone
Like the sun from the sky
Gone, love is gone
And I watch the sunset die