Perfect Day

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 [Chorus] 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