
In the summer skies
A glow begins to appear
The sun is setting, setting
The summer sun is setting
Creating a orange blaze
The mother said to her son,
“God is painting a picture.”
The father said to his daughter,
“Just wait, soon there’ll be starlight.”
The farmer went out to his fields,
And in the sky he saw,
A harvest moon,
He saw a harvest moon,
Basking in the bright starlight
In the summer skies
A glow begins to appear
The sun is rising, rising
The summer sun is rising
Creating a glorious pink blaze
