Brannon and me

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?

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,

Swiftly flow the days.

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,

Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,

Swiftly, fly the years,

One season following another,

Laden with happiness and tears.

Now is this little boy a bridegroom,

Now is the little girl a bride?

Under the canopy I see them, side by side

Place the gold ring around her finger,

Share the sweet wine and break the glass,

Soon the full circle will have come, to, pass.

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,

Swiftly flow the days,

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,

Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,

Swiftly, fly the years,

One season following another,

Laden with happiness and tears.

Sunrise, Sunset
From the Broadway musical and soundtrack for the hit movie Fiddler on the Roof.

Written in 1964 by Sheldon Harnick and Jerry Bock