The moon is watching o’er me
As I sit here all alone
Dreaming of the kiss I miss
Since you’ve been gone from home.
O had I wings of gossamer
To your arms I’d fly tonight
Soaring on the winds of hope,
While moonbeams guide my flight.
For my lonely heart is aching
And none but you can ease my pain,
So I’ll keep counting teardrops
Until your touch removes their stain.
© 2012 Renoir
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