The Droge Summers Blend Two Of The Lucky Ones

Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain; Swallows dive and turn, trying to catch what we can t see; Sure ain t the first time; hope it ain t the last time When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun; We see what we ve become two of the lucky ones. The wind is gonna blow, trees are gonna sway in kind; And babe, I know you that they don t have to try; Sure ain t the first time; hope it ain t the last time When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun; We see what we ve become two of the lucky ones. For the very first time, there s no words to be found; Opened up our eyes, there was love all around When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun; We see what we ve become two of the lucky ones. Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain.