You're going to a place thats very safe
where you wont ever have to see his face...

In the night you loom and dance, my silver moon...
Beneath the spongy shells where meadows glance...

I'll cry when you leave
But I'll be happy in the morning...

What a dark day
After a dark night...

The most wondrous face is that of yours
In which pretty eyes all year reside...

After what we've gone through
It could never be the same...

I saw you in my dreams last night.
You were swaying with the wind...

My blooming rose, don't wail
You're much too strong-- not frail...

I yearn for you beneath the moon
And with the violets in bloom...

Who would've known
That I could create...

Would it work with you and me?
Maybe for a year...

Closed...
Not open-minded world...