The dawn is fast approaching,
the pink gives way to yellow;
the morning dew is fading,
the world is still yet mellow.

The splendid sun is shining,
is anything more grand?
let's take off to the meadow,
and climb the hilltop, hand in hand.

Let's forget about things pressing,
throw all caution to the wind;
laugh and kiss and tumble,
like the day will never end.

Gaze at the setting orb,
as the shadows creep on in;
walk down the grade at twilight,
when all the brightness dims.

Catch the coolness of the evening,
on the porch, upon the swing;
gathering thoughts of love,
and what the night will bring.