Jim Proctor Sings (you A Song)

[Lyrics credits: Michelle Arya] The day has worked its way, To a golden moment of perfection, Hours lead up to a time of tender light. Silvery gold gauze, Softening 'round the edges, Gentle light shining in wedges. Then twilight gives day (way) to night: (Refrain) Why can't time stay, In its golden hour of perfection? Night always falls like a shade drawn on the sky. Why can't we hold on, To love and all its dreaming? Twilight so fleeting like love each day it dies. Morning shines its light, On the wrinkles and the cracks, Of a love that's hard to bend. But for those who will see, And for those who will wait, Afternoon gives way to late. And the cycle starts again: (Refrain 2x)