You're the one who makes me come runnin'.
You're the sun who makes me shine.
When you're around I'm always laughin'.
I want to make you mine.
Up in the mornin' out on the job,
And I work like the devil for my pay.
I know that a lucky old sun has nothin' to do,
But roll around heaven all day,
(Roll around heaven all day).
Dear Lord above, don't You see I'm pining,
I got tears all in my eyes?
Why don't You send down that cloud
With a silver lining, lift me up to paradise.
Il faut aussi être poli avec la terre et avec le soleil
il faut les remercier le matin en se réveillant
il faut les remercier
Pour la chaleur
Pour les arbres
Pour les fruits
Pour tout ce qui est bon à manger
Pour tout ce qui est beau à regarder
– Ever since Plato, all of them – Aristarchus, Hipparchus, Ptolemy — they have all, all, all tried to reconcile their observations with circular orbits. But what if another shape is hiding in the heavens?
– Another shape? Lady, there is no shape more pure than the circle; you taught us that.
– I know, I know, but suppose – just suppose! – the purity of the circle has blinded us from seeing anything beyond it! I must begin all over with new eyes. I must rethink everything!