Your deep sun, sun, sun, sun

The soul of it is running gay
With open arms through golden fields (sun)
(Deep, sun)
And even though the corn is high (sun, sun)
And sometimes harsh against the heels (sun)

We open to the blinding sky (your)
And let it in, and let it in (deep)
(Sun, sun)
With open hearts through burning fields (sun, sun)
The soul of it in gorgeous flame (deep, sun)
The whole of it in gorgeous flame (sun, sun, sun)

We let it in, we let it in (deep, sun)
We let it in, we let it in (sun)
We let it in, we let it in
We let it in, we let it in

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Brian Eno, Darla Eno