Days glide by, feel the chill in evening air
Chorus:
Summer on their shoulders, the wild geese wheel around
Hold my hand when the summer days have flown
On an August afternoon
turning way too soon for me
As the twilight fades to gray
and darkness has its way I have no fear
Weary traveler in the night
Take your rest by the pale moonlight
When the day breaks, rise and go
On your way, on your journey home
Leaving us in shadow on the ground
And Orion's stars arise
to stride the winter skies and lead us home
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