Sitting in the sun — текст песни (Sam Cooke)

Sittin` in the sun count my money
fanned by my summer-breeze
Sweeter than the honey is counting my money
Those grrenbacks on the trees
Comes the summer shower drops of rain falling
Sweeter than the christ-mass chymes
And here on those jungles upon the roof shingles
Like pennies, nickles and dimes

Though it is knows that what I own
is not a lot to move
fills of gold that I behold
are in my bank-account,
I`m sitting in the sun
counting my money
happy as can be
and to top it all when shadows fall
I look to heaven and I see
there`s a silver dollar
in the sky shining down on me

Can you wonder why I`m in
sittin` in the sun
counting my money
happy as can be
and to top it all when shadows fall
I look to heaven and I see
there`s a silver dollar
in the sky shining down on me