When the lower lights are shining
On the yonder hill
I turn my face towards home
Through the rocks and rolls
There's a song that they're asingin'
Calling me to come on
Bidding me to come home
Now that the day is done.
Its a wonderous thing
Like a grace that descends
And there's laughter in the music
Like a prayer that never ends
(Repeat)
I do not have an excess of silver nor of gold
But, I have hands for workin'
And children for when I'm old...
I hear their singing and their laughter
Singing 'round the fire
...and I hear their mother's stories
And her heart's desires
(Repeat)
It's a wonderous thing
Like a grace that descends
And there's laughter in the music
Like a prayer that never ends.
(Repeat)
Lyrics Submitted by Dennis Jett
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