As the sun sets in the Western Sky
the hay-bails let their shadows lie,
on the dry ground below.
Birds of the prairie sing a nighttime lullaby
as the sun scars the night sky with a red ember glow.
The hay-bail shadows grow with each minute gone past
as the sun descends so fast.
Beyond the distant lands it’s light sines bright,
leaving the now in darkness; night.
As the sun sets in the Western Sky
The birds sing their nighttime lullaby and
await the morning once again.
Another day gone by.
