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I Can See The Sun In Late December by Stevie Wonder album cover

I Can See The Sun In Late December

by Stevie Wonder

Lyrics
I'll bet you you can't even see the sun
Oh, but the sun is shining right before your eyes
I'll bet you you can't even see yourself
'Cause when you're lost, sometimes yourself is hard to find

I can see the sun in late December
I see forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
Tides that defeat identity
Washing away the beauty that was in your mind, mm hmm
I can hear the sounds you don't remember
The sounds of birds and trees in harmony
Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
Making the perfect melody you left behind

I'll bet you you can't even see the moon
'Cause through your eyes, you only see the darkest side
I'll bet you you can't wish upon a star
'Cause in your life your pride has pushed your dreams aside, oh-oh-oh

I can see the sun in late December
I see forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
Tides that defeat identity
Washing away the beauty that was in your mind, mm hmm
I can hear the sounds you don't remember
The sounds of birds and trees in harmony
Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
Making the perfect melody you left behind

The sun is shining

The sun is shining
Woah-woah-woah, yeah (Hey)
Woah-woah-woah (Hey, yeah)
Woah, woah, yeah (Open your eyes)
See the way life's really here

I can see the sun in late December
I see forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
Tides that defeat identity
Washing away the beauty that was in your mind (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
I can hear the sounds you don't remember
The sounds of birds and trees in harmony
Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
Making the perfect melody you left behind (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I can see the sun in late December
I see forgotten treasures 'neath the sea

Tides that defeat identity
Washing away the beauty that was in your mind (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I can hear the sounds you don't remember
The sounds of birds and trees in harmony
Chords being blown by a gentle breeze
Making the perfect melody you left behind
I can see the sun in late December
I see forgotten treasures 'neath the sea
Tides that defeat identity
Washing away the beauty that was in your mind (Oh-oh-oh)