Take My Hand

The shadows on the hills of afternoon 
Overflow the canyons and the cliffs. 
The sun is low, now gone. 
The labor now is done 
And gone the care. 

Take my hand. 
Our paths have led us here 
And we are one. 
Ours is the privilege now to breathe the evening air.
Through the darkness stars appear 
And keep us in their light. 

Take my hand. 
You are in my life 
Like orange blossoms in the desert night.