There's a song in my soul for the sun going down

When it dies at the end of the day

With the sadness descending as soft as the sound

Of the life that was slipping away

The heavens above me seem empty and gray

As dreams that won't ever come true

Then the star-spangled glory of love fill the skies

And my heart with the wonder of you

Pretty berries I carry to you

Pretty flowers still hold in your hand

Pretty reasons for dreams coming true

And for doing the best that you can

I swear to be thankful the rest of my days

And wear the whatever I do

For the chance I was given to live and believe

In the love and the wonder of you