How beautiful, a sunset on a mountain, all aglow.
We look at the falling leaves and we surely know,
Gods’ in Heaven and all is right with our hearts.
So beautiful is the nature, here in these parts.

We sit there many times in the late evening sun.
Sometimes we walk up the mountain one, by one.
Watching the red bird and the robin sing away,
We know this we will ever remember, as a beautiful day.

It is so good, looking at the red oaks, trees of red and see
Sweet gum and others, with the yellow hue to be,
When the sun shines bight, and I know God looks down,
To see the glory in the sweet head of His Son’s crown.

I wait His soon coming to walk with Him up the hill.
Listen to the soft voice of the whippoorwill,
As it sings a song, to Jesus, in the red and golden hue,
All, amidst, the golden, flowers, and in the morning dew.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
Sept 18, 2007

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