Your Grandfather Is the Sun

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

Silver mimosa,

clouds on the lake

morning birds singing

barely awake

MARIE CHRISTINE:

Silver mimosa

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

Rain in September,

BOTH:

Mandolin Street

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

your home,

MARIE CHRISTINE:

my home,

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

your family,

and someday,

your children

MARIE CHRISTINE:

my children

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

Your grandfather is the sun

but your mother is a woman

who passes on to you

an all too human heart

beautiful,

MARIE CHRISTINE:

my grandfather is the sun

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

beautiful

MARIE CHRISTINE:

my grandfather is the sun

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

Ton grand-pere est le so-leil,

MARIE CHRISTINE:

my grandfather is the sun

MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:

ton grand-pere est le so-leil

MARIE CHRISTINE:

My grandfather is the sun

She knew the secret of Mother Africa

and she taught them all to me