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.