Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain
Swallows dive and turn, trying to catch what we can't see
Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time
When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun
We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.
The wind is gonna blow, trees are gonna sway in kind
And babe, I know you know... they don't have to try
Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time
When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun
We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.
For the very first time, there's no words to be found
Opened up our eyes, there was love all around --
When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun
We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.
Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain.
Swallows dive and turn, trying to catch what we can't see
Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time
When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun
We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.
The wind is gonna blow, trees are gonna sway in kind
And babe, I know you know... they don't have to try
Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time
When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun
We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.
For the very first time, there's no words to be found
Opened up our eyes, there was love all around --
When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun
We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.
Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain.