Still not able to find my own voice.

ON A DAY LIKE TODAY
(Bob Dyer)

On a day like today, in the heat of this late summer weather,
There's a haze in the trees and the sound of the bees in the clover;
There's a hawk in the sky, there's a shine on the wide river's water,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

CHORUS: But the seasons keep changing,
And the days just keep running away,
And forever's a gift you're forever giving away.

On a day like today, in the last golden days of October,
There's a chill in the air and a light haze of frost on the clover;
There's a fire in the trees, there's a sound in the breeze like a whisper,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

On a day like today, in the heart of a long, bitter winter,
With the light from the moon making stars on the snow in the clover,
I sit down by the fire in the heat of its slow, dying embers,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.

It's a morning in spring, and the dew on the jewel weed still glistens,
And I almost can hear new life being born as I listen;
I walk down by the spring and I drink from its clear flowing water,
And I feel deep inside something wanting to stay here forever.


On A Day Like Today