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Day Is Done

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  1. "Day Is Done" (song), a song by Peter, Paul and Mary Day Is Done (album), a album by Brad Mehldau " Taps ", sometimes known as "Day Is Done", from the first line of the lyric "Day Is Done," a song by Nick Drake from Five Leaves Left.
  2. Day is Done has a bright, breezy feel with gorgeous hardwood flooring & beautiful french doors welcoming you to the spacious porch and balcony. The main living area is on the second floor and has high vaulted ceilings in an open floor concept and a gas fireplace. Create a home cooked meal in the professional-grade kitchen with lavish quartz.
  3. Day Is Done Lyrics. [Verse 1] When the day is done. Down to earth, then, sinks the sun. Along with everything that was lost and won. When the day is done. [Verse 2] When the day is done. Hope so.
  4. Taps. © Pennsylvania Military College. Day is done, gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky; All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Fading light, dims the sight, And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright. From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night. Thanks and praise, for our days.
  5. Released in , Day Is Done find The Brad Mehldau Trio stretching the jazz piano boundaries toward epic levels of mainstream jazz, which they did successfully well before and after the /5(14).
  6. "Day Is Done" is a song written by Peter Yarrow. It was recorded by Yarrow's group Peter, Paul and Mary and released as a single in It was one of the anti-war protest songs of the Vietnam War era. The song reached No. 21 on Billboard Hot , and was ranked No. 48 on the Billboard year-end Top Easy Listening Singles chart of
  7. 1. Day is done, but Love unfailing Dwells ever here; Shadows fall, but hope, prevailing, Calms ev’ry fear. God, our Maker, none forsaking, Take our hearts, of Love’s own making; Watch our sleeping, guard our waking, Be always near Dark descends, but Light unending .
  8. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The day is done, and the darkness. Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward. From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village. Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me. That my soul cannot resist.

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