Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
I’ll catch the sun
And never give it back again
I’ll catch the sun
And keep it for my own
And in a world where no one understands
I’ll take my outstretched hand
And offer it to anyone
Who comes along and tells me
He’s in need of love
In need of hope
Or maybe just a friend
Perhaps, in time
I’ll even share my sun
With that new anyone
To whom I gave my hand
(I’ll catch the sun
And never give it back again
I’ll catch the sun
And keep it for my own)
Perhaps, in time
I’ll even share my sun
With that new anyone
To whom I gave my hand