[FONT="]When evening shadows descend,
And twilight kisses the valley below
And watches the sun go down,
There is a special place in a loving mind.
The day is done, work is over,
Dreams of tomorrow not yet appearing.
Quiet moments, pensive moments,
Moments of lasting sweet understanding.
A gentle time, a loving time,
Time for all the birds to hush for the night.
Except for nighingales, wherever they are,
Kiss the day goodbye with their sweet song.
And I look at the last sliver of orange
Sun slipping below the horizon
A time to think, there is no place,
In life or time, I'd rather be.
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And twilight kisses the valley below
And watches the sun go down,
There is a special place in a loving mind.
The day is done, work is over,
Dreams of tomorrow not yet appearing.
Quiet moments, pensive moments,
Moments of lasting sweet understanding.
A gentle time, a loving time,
Time for all the birds to hush for the night.
Except for nighingales, wherever they are,
Kiss the day goodbye with their sweet song.
And I look at the last sliver of orange
Sun slipping below the horizon
A time to think, there is no place,
In life or time, I'd rather be.
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