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A Perfect Day to Me

Thereís a joy coming over the mountain
Coming up and bringing the light
Making everything alright
And every morning it rises
But at night when the silence
Holds hostage the sky
And with bondage blockades what I see
I grovel for guidance
And solemnly sigh
That itís almost been a perfect day to me

Thereís a hope coming over the mountain
Climbing up and making life new
Shining through the things I do
And every morning it soothes me
But at night when the darkness
Demolishes day
And with chaos contends with the free
I hold to the harvest
And silently say
That itís almost been a perfect day to me

The change in the sky
Like the changes of life
The questioning why
The struggle and strife
My midnight is mourning
Itís dark. I canít see
But itís almost been a perfect day to me

Thereís a light coming over the mountain
Rising up and making things bright
Chasing shadows from the night
And every morning it whitens
But at night when the sorrow
Surrounds starry skies
And with malice maligns my marquis
I talk of tomorrow
And whispering wise
That itís almost been a perfect day to me