Perfect Day Lyrics

The evening shadows lie soft upon the hill

The earth is cool now and all the trees are still

The birds have gone to rest, the sun is slipping down

The yellow lights of evening are appearing in the town

The shadows lengthen for the closing of the day

Children by their bedside are kneeling down to pray

A breeze disturbs the rushes by the river deep and wide

The weary farmer now puts his tools aside

The day is nearly over and the fire is burning low

We find ourselves in twilight as the sun begins to go

And we stand hand in hand and look out across the bay

The perfect end to a perfect day