Ask the rising sun

Η απίθανη Miriam Makeba  "Ask the Rising Sun"   Lonely, lonely, it can be so lonely Waiting, hoping, longing to touch And love, and be loved in return Who are we, who need love Ask the rising sun Lonely, lonely, it's a lonely feeling Waiting, hating the time we'd lose when We are cast aside and then forgoten Who are we, who need love Ask the rising sun Oh, the sun sees every tender leaf That drifts to earth and trambles For the sun sees every stricken bird That tries to fly and fumbles And the sun is not the distant thunder .... Oh, take my hand on you who are so lovely You yearning to look with longing to touch And love and be loved in return Who are we, who need love Ask the rising sun