The
moon's worn thin / Succumbed to the pressure / Her silver dress / Hangs in the
sky like a rag
Her coat her cloak / Her cover
of darkness / It fails to hide / The tears that she's cried / Oh she cries
Chorus:
But she still shines / Though the night falls around her /And by her light I find
my way / When I fear the path laid before me / I look to the light of her face
/ And thank her for being so brave.
The moon
remains / In fullness or frailty / A faithful climb / And I stand amazed at the
way
