歌詞

The sun has started leaning west

And the window seat is mine

The afternoon is going gold

Along the quiet lane

I pull my chair up to the glass

To watch the light again

The maples catch the westering sun

And hold it in their leaves

Lean toward the window, slow

Let the gold come in

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised within

The little lamb has found the rug

Beneath the amber light

It settles with a woolly sigh

And everything's all right

The kettle waits, the oven hums

The evening's on its way

Lean toward the window, slow

Let the gold come in

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised within

From where the sun comes up in gold

To where it lays its head

His name is to be praised, the psalm

And westering light have said

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Lean toward the window, slow

Let the gold come in

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised within

Lean toward the window, slow

Let the gold come in

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised within

The sun has started leaning west

And I am at the glass