Owen - text
Just a bit of sunshine,
In your life.
And he laughs,
Anytime,
Oh at anything.
In your life.
And he laughs,
Anytime,
Oh at anything.
(He's my light, oh)
With his innocent grin.
(He seems to shine, oh)
And he's thinking of fantastic things,
I'm sure.
With his innocent grin.
(He seems to shine, oh)
And he's thinking of fantastic things,
I'm sure.
"Enjoy them, when they're young, son", says Mrs. Brown
"You'll miss them, when they're gone, son"
"Lord I know,
Mine's in New York."
(He's in the city)
"Writing songs for white choir."
(It fears me)
"And it hurts me and it scares me at night."
"You'll miss them, when they're gone, son"
"Lord I know,
Mine's in New York."
(He's in the city)
"Writing songs for white choir."
(It fears me)
"And it hurts me and it scares me at night."
Just a bit of sunshine,
In your life.
A little change,
Over night,
Oh, that's for sure.
In your life.
A little change,
Over night,
Oh, that's for sure.
(It's plain to see then)
But he, he laughs so pure.
(What's he gonna be)
How could you ever resent that?
But he, he laughs so pure.
(What's he gonna be)
How could you ever resent that?
Mrs. Brown is lonely,
Since her husband died.
And Jimmy's always stoned,
And, never thinks to phone, phone her at all.
Since her husband died.
And Jimmy's always stoned,
And, never thinks to phone, phone her at all.
(She waits alone)
But she held him when he was small,
(She gets so alone)
And she loved him like I love you!
But she held him when he was small,
(She gets so alone)
And she loved him like I love you!
Just a bit of sunshine,
In your life.
And he laughs,
Anytime,
Oh at anything.
In your life.
And he laughs,
Anytime,
Oh at anything.
(He's my light, oh)
With his innocent grin.
(He seems to shine, oh)
And he's thinking of fantastic things,
I'm sure.
With his innocent grin.
(He seems to shine, oh)
And he's thinking of fantastic things,
I'm sure.
