Scorching rays of the morning sun reminds once again those lovely days. Scorching rays of the morning sun reminds once again those lovely days.

I remember the time long ago, When as a child, I remember the time long ago, When as a child,

The morning of new hope, New aspirations, An aura of bliss.. The morning of new hope, New aspirations, An aura of bliss..

It is good to see! Odd bicycles on a sunny day! It is good to see! Odd bicycles on a sunny day!

We hope it's sunny wherever you are, A more deserving there is no soul. We hope it's sunny wherever you are, A more deserving there is no soul.

The children were playing in a green meadow On a really sunny day, on a really sunny day. They... The children were playing in a green meadow On a really sunny day, on a reall...