(mmm)
(la da da da)
The sun slips down the vineyard hill
The cooling air turns damp and still
I walk the narrow path of clay
To watch the daylight fade away
The grapevines rest along the row
The grey mist settles soft and low
The heavy work is finished now
And calm returns to field and plough
Soft light waits behind the door
Leaving damp earth on the ground
Sitting in the gentle warmth
Where quiet peace is found
(so quiet now)
The window frame holds twilight blue
The day gives way to evening dew
No need to speak, no need to stay
Outside where cold winds drift away
Mist over vines
Warmth in the room
(la da da)
(mmm)
