When day’s toil’s been had
Sore fingers rest a while
A goodness helps within
Growing age, nature’s win.
Though even maker’s broken down
A sigh of relief escaped
Dying sun burned out
Each smile felt deeply
As though devout.
When day’s toil’s been had
Sore fingers rest a while
A goodness helps within
Growing age, nature’s win.
Though even maker’s broken down
A sigh of relief escaped
Dying sun burned out
Each smile felt deeply
As though devout.