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 [bad word] -- 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 [bad word] -- 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 [bad word] - two of the lucky ones.

Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain...