Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older,
When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small

Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset
swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sun flowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise Sunset swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

Now is the little boy a bride groom
Now is this little girl a bride
Under the canopy I see them 
Side by side
Place the gold ring around her finger
Share the sweet wine and break the glass
Soon the full circle will have come to pass