Moonlight stitches patterns on my skin tonight,
the wet earth smelling of a million joys…
The red moon sheathed in clouds is a sight to behold
thinking of the happy days of old-
come let’s dance ‘neath the open skies.
Moonlight stitches patterns on my skin tonight,
the wet earth smelling of a million joys…
The red moon sheathed in clouds is a sight to behold
thinking of the happy days of old-
come let’s dance ‘neath the open skies.