At the end of the day
When the sun continues on its way
There's nothing we'd rather do
Than sing a song to you

The first robin will sing
Tell us of the coming spring
The seasons change, they do
As we sing a song to you

The wind plays different melodies
Upon the grasses and the trees
We hear the music, no one knows
Where it comes from, where it goes
But still it comes on through
As we sing a song to you

Witness to the moon and sun
Circling 'round until we're donе
Summer, fall, winter, spring
Music runs through evеrything
Now all the words ring true
When we sing a song to you

At the end of the day
When the sun continues on its way
There's nothing we'd rather do
Than sing a song to you