Standing on the 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 the setting sun
We see what we've become, two of the lucky ones
The wind is gonna blow, trees are gonna sway and can't
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 the 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 hands, there with love all around
When all the work is done by the light of the setting sun
We see what we've become, two of the lucky ones
Standing on the hill, staring at a mountain
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