Linda Ronstadt
The Sun That You Are
Sun, round and red
Like a copper wheel
Daily you are looking at me
Daily you see me poor.
Sun that you are
So fair to everyone
As you spread your light
You should teach my boss
How to be the same as you.
You see me with the plow
Later with the sickle
One time on the plains
And other time on the hillside
From Letras Mania