The sun is setting in the pretty west
The colours reflect in the mountain stream
All the birds fly homeward to their warm nest
And I go homeward so I too can dream.
The katydids are calling from green grass
Mingles with the sound of the waterfall
Reminds me of golden days that have passed
I hear the beautiful wood thrush's call.
The lilacs fill my bedroom with perfume
Her petals were made by gifted fairies
I put her in a vase so she can bloom
All through my room her perfume carries.
God make my life to brighten other's more
I hear the sweet wood thrush's call no more.

~Marian~