Sunrise Sunset/Try to Remember by Kathie Lee Gifford Lyrics
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the years
One season following the other
Laden with happiness and tears
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow
And oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green
And grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember
And if you remember
Then follow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember
An if you remember
Then follow, follow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Deep in December
It’s nice to remember
And follow, follow, follow
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the years
One season following the other
Laden with happiness and tears
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow
And oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green
And grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember
And if you remember
Then follow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember
An if you remember
Then follow, follow
Try to remember
When life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Deep in December
It’s nice to remember
And follow, follow, follow