There’s a light on the hill at the end of the day,
That’s as sweet as the sweet yellow rose.
I would give you this flower if only it bloomed
Any time but the golden hour.
There’s a song in my heart every time you are near,
That’s as sweet as the breeze off the bay.
I would sing you this song if only I knew
What the sweet breeze was trying to say.
Come away with me now to the top of the hill,
We will dance for the golden hour
We’ll open our hearts to the breeze off the bay
And give voice to the sweetest flower