The Golden Hour Songtext
von Stubai

See a soft breeze blowing through the leaves
Maybe God is talking in the trees
It′s just a whisper of a presence, all is one
Far on the horizon, rugged hills reach to the skyline
And the thoughts weighing on my mind
Have now gently come undone

The golden hour is here, the golden hour is now
A taste of the sublime


There's a glow across the landscape
Silver clouds drift past the sun′s face
Shadows form and find their own place
Dim the day just for a while
Dappled light on fields so golden
There's a feeling I can't hold in
I′m content to be beholden to this moment so beguiled

The magic hour is here, the magic hour is now
A taste of the divine

The golden hour is here, the golden hour is now
A taste of the sublime

See a soft breeze blowing through the leaves
Maybe God is talking in the trees
It′s just a whisper of a presence, all is one

This time and place flows through a million lives