The moon
The moon and sun have lost their shine
the night stars are no longer mine
the world I once had on a string
are now among my precious lost things
the telephone no longer rings
her favorite song I no longer sing
her favorite dress that I use to wear
reminds me that she no longer cares
her coffee cup up on the sink
only makes me stop and think
of all the times and wines we shared
while building dreams out in the great somewhere
our walks and talks upon the beach
with those dreams just slightly out of reach
believing our love was strong and true
never wanting any woman but you
but now someones dreams have withered and died
there will be no more sandcastles in the sky
that breathless feeling is no longer there
or the thrill of a kiss that once was
shared
gone is the lovelight from the eyes
someones dream has withered and died
it's sad to know it was yours and mine !
The moon and sun have lost their shine
the night stars are no longer mine
the world I once had on a string
are now among my precious lost things
the telephone no longer rings
her favorite song I no longer sing
her favorite dress that I use to wear
reminds me that she no longer cares
her coffee cup up on the sink
only makes me stop and think
of all the times and wines we shared
while building dreams out in the great somewhere
our walks and talks upon the beach
with those dreams just slightly out of reach
believing our love was strong and true
never wanting any woman but you
but now someones dreams have withered and died
there will be no more sandcastles in the sky
that breathless feeling is no longer there
or the thrill of a kiss that once was
shared
gone is the lovelight from the eyes
someones dream has withered and died
it's sad to know it was yours and mine !