There was a bear...
during the ripe summer season, the bear woke up every morning and greeted the sun with a grizzly smile. He was so devouted that the sun warmed him up and inspired him to go. The bear went out in the world and confidently collected luscious berries. After this the bear would cool himself near the gushing stream-like river. If he were lucky he would catch pretty pink salmons leaping upstream.
Winter came, everything just disappeared. Intermittent showers that cooled the baked ground were gone. Southern breezes that carried lavendar scent, which colored the atmosphere, had stopped. Golden California seemed "farther" away than usual. Ashes from the hearth remained beneath burning logs.
Was it the sun that retreated farther up the galaxy or the earth that had spun off to another galaxy? It seemed as if the sun never shone at all. Thus, the bear hibernated. He retreated to his dark cave and slept...
Rain is pourin' down like the
heavens are hurtin'.
Seems like it's been dark since
the devil knows when.
How do you go on, never knowin'
for certain,
Will the sun ever shine again?
Fells like it's been years since
it started to thunder.
Clouds are campin' out in the valley
and glen.
How do you go on, when you can't help
but wonder.
Will the sun ever shine again?
What if the rain keeps fallin'?
What if the sky stays gray?
What if the wind keeps squallin',
And never go away?
Maybe the soon the storm will be
tired of blowin'.
Maybe soon it all will be over, amen.
How do you go on, if there's no way
of knowin'?
Will the sun ever shine?
Wish I could say.
Send me a sign-
One little ray.
Lord, if you're list'nin', how long
until then?
Will the sun ever shine again?