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?

(Chorus:)

Sun-rise, sun-set, sun-rise, sun-set,
Swiftly flow the days;
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.

Sun-rise, sun-set, sun-rise, sun-set,
Swiftly fly the years;
One season following another,
Laden with happiness...and tears.

Now is the little boy a bridegroom,
Now is the little girl a bride;
Under the canopy I see them, side by side.
Place the gold ring upon her finger,
Drink the sweet wine and break the glass -
Soon the full circle will have come to pass.

(Repeat Chorus)