Your Grandfather Is the Sun

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