The sun goes up and the sun comes down And It happens every day. It so often happens, we fail to notice, But, when we do, we say, “Ooh! Ah!” The flowers growing, outside my front door, Smell like heaven. I so often pass them, I fail to notice, But when I do, I say, “Ooh! Ah!” The present moment Is dying for your attention. The present moment Will die anyway. And here you are anxious And here you are nostalgic And here you are anxious And here you are nostalgic And here you are anxious And here you are nostalgic We say, “Ooh! Ah!” The sun goes up and the sun comes down And it happens every day.