When the Sun's Behind the Hill by C.J. Dennis

When The Sun's Behind The Hill / There's a soft and peaceful feeling / Comes across the farming hand / As the shadows go a-stealing / Slow along the new-turned land. / The lazy curling smoke above the thatch is showing blue, / And the weary old plough horses wander home 'ard two 'n' two, / With their chains a-clinkin', clankin', when their daily toil is through, / And the sun's behind the hill.

Then it's slowly homeward plodding / As the night begins to creep, / And the barley grass is nodding / To the daisies, all asleep, / The crows are flying heavily, and cawing overhead; / The sleepy milking cows are lowing sof'ly in the shed, / And above them, in the rafters, all the fowls have gone to bed, / When the sun's behind the hill.