Sunshine hear my prayer. Come meet me in the air
You'd make me so happy if you'd come and visit me
Can you bring me fields of gold or maybe let it snow
Lead me with candle light but let it burn so bright
Build yourself a paper plane. Let it fly your fears away
You can sail across the sea or swing under the apple tree
Those stars that look so bright are waiting to take flight
Just jump up to the moon. He'll tell you which one to choose