The Sun Setting Low
A Heartfelt Sunset: Bobby Cool's Tribute to Mom
Lyrics
I look out of my window at the sun setting low
I observe the sun setting from my window.
Setting on a day in which we laid our momma low
The sun is setting on a day when we buried our mother.
I remember all the times we had and now I miss her so
I reminisce about the moments we shared and deeply feel her absence.
As I look out of my window at the sun setting low
Again, I'm watching the sun set from my window.
I look out of my window at the sun setting low
I am looking at the sun setting low once more.
And set out for to write the words to let my momma know
I'm writing words to express my feelings to my mom before she passed away.
What I had I wished I'd said before she would have to go
I regret not saying what I wished to before her departure.
As I look at of my window at the sun setting low
Once again, I gaze out of my window at the setting sun.
And as the blues they fade into red
The blue hues of sadness transition into red.
There's an emptiness I can see coming up ahead
I foresee an impending feeling of emptiness.
And there's a hole in my heart I need to fill
There's an emotional void in my heart that needs to be filled.
And heaven only knows if God only will
I'm uncertain if or how this void will be filled by a higher power.
I look out of my window at the sun setting low
I am witnessing the sunset again from my window.
And start to cry when I think of how I miss my momma so
The thought of missing my mom deeply moves me to tears.
And I realize this day now will be etched down in my soul
This day's events will be etched into my soul forever.
As I look out of my window at the sun setting low
I'm once more observing the setting sun from my window.
I look out of my window at the sun setting low
Again, I am watching the sun setting low.
As it slips behind the tree line that's still covered up with snow
The sun is disappearing behind a snow-covered tree line.
I'm reminded with each ending a beginning's to behold
I realize that with each ending comes a new beginning.
And I creep across a smile as the suns setting low
A smile crosses my face as the sun sets.
And as the blues they fade into red
The melancholy blues are transitioning into red.
I can see my momma smile clearly in my head
I vividly remember my mother's smile.
When I'll see her again God only knows
I'm uncertain when I'll meet her again, leaving it to a higher power.
But that's the way it goes and that's fine I suppose
Accepting the uncertainty as a part of life and fate.
For God is as sure as the sun setting low
God's certainty is compared to the setting sun.
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