If
You
Stand
Just
Here,
He
Said
To
Me,
Beside
This
Sycamore
Tree,
You
Will
See
The
Mountain
Clear
The
Morning
Mist,
Kissed
By
The
Rising
Sun.
On
The
Lowland
Side,
The
Day
Has
Already
Begun
And
We
Are
An
Hour
Slow
To
Feel
The
Glow.
But
We
Will
Triumph
With
The
Sunset,
In
This
Very
Park,
And
They
Will
Be
An
Hour
In
The
Dark.