DAY IS DONE

[Maureen Clifford]

DAY IS DONE

Day is done, and all my work is finished.
Gone the sun, now evenings creeping in.
From the lakes I hear the wood ducks calling.
From the hills, Corella's nesting din.
From the sky the warmth of sun is fading,
all is well. I'm happy to be free.
Safely rest, carefree until the morning.
God is nigh. He watches over me.

Fading light, as the day fades to darkness.
Dims the sight. But eyes that close can't see.
And a star, is twinkling so brightly.
Gems the sky. Brings memories to me.
Gleaming bright and gold like wattle blossom.
From afar, I glean a memory.
Drawing nigh the comfort of your love Dear.
Falls the night. And all is well with me.

Thanks and praise, to God and all the Angels
for our days so precious on this Earth.
'neath the sun whose warming rays surround us
'neath the stars who once witnessed our birth.
'Neath the sky a blue blanket above us
as we go thankfully about our day,
this we know. That there are those who love us
God is nigh - to him each night I pray.


Maureen Clifford © 25/04/2010



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The original words to The Last Post

Day is done. Gone the sun.
From the lakes. From the hills.
From the sky. All is well.
Safely rest. God is nigh.

Fading light. Dims the sight.
And a star. Gems the sky.
Gleaming bright. From afar.
Drawing nigh. Falls the night.

Thanks and praise. For our days.
Neath the sun Neath the stars.
Neath the sky As we go.
This we know. God is nigh