The sea is at ease in the calm twilight gray
As the sun is going down o'er the western bay
At the end of what has been a near perfect day
So good to be living is all I can say.
The weather is good for mid April of the Fall
And with nothing of which to complain of at all
Utopia it does not seem that far from me
Here on a quiet beach where the land meets the sea.
A beautiful place with few people around
The waves roll up the beach with a soft splashing sound
As the shades of darkness are crossing the sky
The silver gulls and the bigger black back gulls cry.
Near to perfect weather with a gentle breeze
One ought to be grateful for evenings such as these
Such beautiful weather for the time of year
And the softer sounds of Nature so pleasant to hear
As the sun is going down o'er the western bay
At the end of what has been a near perfect day
So good to be living is all I can say.
The weather is good for mid April of the Fall
And with nothing of which to complain of at all
Utopia it does not seem that far from me
Here on a quiet beach where the land meets the sea.
A beautiful place with few people around
The waves roll up the beach with a soft splashing sound
As the shades of darkness are crossing the sky
The silver gulls and the bigger black back gulls cry.
Near to perfect weather with a gentle breeze
One ought to be grateful for evenings such as these
Such beautiful weather for the time of year
And the softer sounds of Nature so pleasant to hear
