Sunset

When the golden west reflects her beauty,

Comes to me a happy duty;

And I must write of that golden town

That beckons me when the sun goes down.

"Tis a story from the golden sky

As the clouds go sailing by.

I sit and watch for that golden town

That beckons me when the sun goes down.

I'll seek this home in the golden west

That lures me on in my joyful quest,

And find new life in that golden town

That beckons me when the sun goes down.