The Magic Hour lyrics
Come climb the hill with me
Come and be still with me Come watch the sun sink away If you will with me Come watch the garden grow Down by the gravel road Come warm your hands in the gold Of the afterglow Into the peace of these wild things, Into the wild of this grace, Into the grace of this blessing, Speak in the peace of this place Come walk the cedar stand Over the broken dam Sit on the bench at the bend in the trail again Look how the children laugh Out in the tumble grass Bright as a fire and as fine as a photograph CHORUS Here at the magic hour Time and eternity Mingle a moment in chorus Here at the magic hour Bright is the mystery Plain is the beauty before us Could this beauty be for us? What is this voice that sings Holy and hovering Over this hill in the still of the evening? (Son of God, speak)
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