The sky is changing dresses
And every one's a gift
First gold, then peach, then lavender
Then something with no name
The chimneys turn to paper cutouts
No two nights the same
Nobody paints this fast but One
And no one paints it twice
The heavens tell His glory
The dusk declares His hand
And I've got front-row garden seats
For every shade He's planned
The swallows stitch across the pink
The first star checks its light
The lavender goes deeper blue
And curtsies into night
The colors lean on one another
Softly changing hands
The heavens tell His glory
The dusk declares His hand
And I've got front-row garden seats
For every shade He's planned
A last gold thread lets go the roof
The blue comes on to stay
The garden holds its greens up close
And breathes the light away
Mmm... mmm... mmm
The heavens tell His glory
The dusk declares His hand
And I've got front-row garden seats
For every shade He's planned
The heavens tell His glory
The dusk declares His hand
And I've got front-row garden seats
For every shade He's planned
The sky is changing dresses
I stayed for the whole show
