Good-bye, pretty sun, good-bye!

You are sinking behind the sea,

But I know you’ll come back to-morrow

To shine again upon me.

I know that, although you seem

To be taking a bath out there,

You are only gone to shine

Upon other countries fair,

Where people like us live,

Although they are far away:

You shine upon girls and boys,

And light them at their play.

And I hope that every day

That I see the sun once more,

He’ll find me a little wiser

Than I was the day before.