comes the sunset, sweet and high fingers stretching cross the sky last birds sing a lullaby town is set for sleeping -- comes the evening, welcoming slowing down and softening holding close and treasuring love that's here for keeping
comes the sunset, sweet and high fingers stretching cross the sky last birds sing a lullaby town is set for sleeping -- comes the evening, welcoming slowing down and softening holding close and treasuring love that's here for keeping