The Carpenters. Horizon. Eventide. Zeneszám

Lying under barren skies
The light escaping from my eyes
Below the moon, walking down the avenue
I'm followed by the afterglow
The velvet rose of evening grows

Weary to be home again
Among the faces of my friends
The day is done, candles burning by the sea
Are waiting for me patiently
I wish the same for you