歌詞

The day was made of oven doors

But evening's on its way

The kitchen ticks as it cools down

The clock sighs on the wall

The last hot hour is packing up

Its heavy summer shawl

The sun that pressed so hard all day

Is letting go at last

The sun won't strike me anymore

The evening's taking care

The first cool breath through the back door

Is answering my prayer

I pin my hair up off my neck

And fan my dress out wide

The garden's turning silver-green

And calling me outside

The thermometer is climbing down

Like someone coming home

The sun won't strike me anymore

The evening's taking care

The first cool breath through the back door

Is answering my prayer

The porch boards tick, the roses lift

Their heads up one by one

The whole street opens screen doors wide

To let the evening run

Mmm... mmm... mmm

The sun won't strike me anymore

The evening's taking care

The first cool breath through the back door

Is answering my prayer

The sun won't strike me anymore

The evening's taking care

The first cool breath through the back door

Is answering my prayer

The day was made of oven doors

I'm closing every one