Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar & Jayne Farrell
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
Morgan Cryar
In the garden
You made man and wife
They had their pick
From all of paradise
Of all that brought them pleasure
The one thing they would treasure
When the sun sank low
They'd be waiting, watching
In the cool of the day
They'd go waltzing out to meet You
Their faces shine and greet you
In that lovely garden long ago
In the cool of the day
It wouldn't be strange to see them dancing
Just like children, they'd be prancing
They would wait for hours
Just to show you some little something
In the cool of the day
How we've fallen
Far from where we were
Yet you bought us
Back from Adam's curse
And though our sin would beat
On us like summer's heat
Each day will find us
Back here waiting, watching
In the cool of the day
We go waltzing out to meet You
Our faces shine and greet you
In this lovely garden, oh-oh...
In the cool of the day
You might even see us dancing
Just like children, we are prancing
We would wait for hours
Just to show you some little something
We long for You and yet
(We long for You)
Sometimes we still forget
(We still forget)
So, Father, call to us
And we will find You
In the cool of the day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the cool of the day
Wouldn't be strange to see us dancing
Just like children, we'll be prancing
And we would wait for hours
Just to show You some little something
In the cool of the day
We go waltzing out to meet You
Our faces shine and greet You
In this lovely garden, oh-oh...
In the cool of the day
Might even see us dancing
Just like children, we'll be prancing
And we would wait for hours
Just to show You some little something
In the cool of the day
In the cool of the day
In the cool of the day, oh...
Cool of the Day was written by Morgan Cryar.
Cool of the Day was produced by Paul Mills & Morgan Cryar.