Your Grandfather Is the Sun
Marie Christine (Musical)
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
Silver mimosa,
clouds on the lake
morning birds singing
barely awake
MARIE CHRISTINE:
Silver mimosa
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
Rain in September,
BOTH:
Mandolin Street
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
your home,
MARIE CHRISTINE:
my home,
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
your family,
and someday,
your children
MARIE CHRISTINE:
my children
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
Your grandfather is the sun
but your mother is a woman
who passes on to you
an all too human heart
beautiful,
MARIE CHRISTINE:
my grandfather is the sun
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
beautiful
MARIE CHRISTINE:
my grandfather is the sun
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
Ton grand-pere est le so-leil,
MARIE CHRISTINE:
my grandfather is the sun
MARIE CHRISTINE'S MOTHER:
ton grand-pere est le so-leil
MARIE CHRISTINE:
My grandfather is the sun
She knew the secret of Mother Africa
and she taught them all to me