There's a place that I know
Where the sycamores grow,
And daffodils have their fun.
Where the cares of the day
Seem to slowly fade away
In the glow of the evening sun.
Peace when the day is done.
If I go there real late,
Let my mind meditate
On everything to be done.
If I search deep inside,
Let my conscience be my guide,
Then the answers are sure to come.
Don't have to worry none.

Life's sweet seed, when it grows
Like a big yellow rose
Can whither and come undone.
But that sweet smelling thing
Will be blossoming next spring
With the kiss of the midday sun.
Living has just begun.

When you find peace of mind
Leave your worries behind,
Don't say that it can't be done.
With a new point of view
Life's true meaning comes to you,
And the freedom you seek is won.
Peace is for everyone.
Peace when the day is done.