Rising Sun Songtext

(Fiddler)Come on down the road before the sunGet high in your heart and have some funHey, cravin' like the way you lookYou're open like a child's first bookOh, when you speak it's just like a symphonyOh, your fingers touch me with poetryDon't underestimate what you mean to meYou're like a constant glimpse of the rising sunYou're like a constant glimpse of the rising sunCome on baby, jump inside my truckDon't worry, you know you got good luckAll you do is put your right foot outThat move'll show yuo what's all about