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...
that 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.