Intro : (x2)
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 sett ing sun;
We see what we've become - - two of the luck y ones.
The wind is gonna blow, trees are gonna sway in kind;
And babe, I know you know... that they don't have to try;
Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time
When a ll the w ork is done, by the light of a sett ing sun;
We s ee what w e've become - - two of the luc ky ones.
For the very first t ime, there's n o words to be found;
Opened up our e yes, there was love a ll arou nd --
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When a ll the work is done, by the light of a sett ing sun;
We see what w e've become - - two of t he lu cky ones.
Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain.