peter7805
08-28-2011, 08:30 PM
the moonlight is still on the wild ground
and your shadow is long and long
till the sound of the horse hoof’s gone
everywhere calling you there is a song
look at the sky two lines of wild geese I found
bow my head tears wetting my make up down
heartbroken to paint the wall with missing upon
all through the night I see love’s road too long
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
whose tears in the moonlight frozen to frost upon
and you make me crazy missing you so long
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
if to be with you in this life that I can’t
after death I’ll become a butterfly lying in your arms around
playing the lyre’s string broken without my sadness gone
through autumn water I can’t see love’s right or wrong
my sadness is still on with years turning around
boundless white snow can’t cover the sorrows on
time flies away in the spring and fall’s ground
how can I be drawn to be that young
I wish to enjoy the moonlight with my man
to the end of the earth and remember that I can’t
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
whose tears in the moonlight frozen to frost upon
and you make me crazy missing you so long
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
if to be with you in this life that I can’t
after death I’ll become a butterfly lying in your arms around
and your shadow is long and long
till the sound of the horse hoof’s gone
everywhere calling you there is a song
look at the sky two lines of wild geese I found
bow my head tears wetting my make up down
heartbroken to paint the wall with missing upon
all through the night I see love’s road too long
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
whose tears in the moonlight frozen to frost upon
and you make me crazy missing you so long
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
if to be with you in this life that I can’t
after death I’ll become a butterfly lying in your arms around
playing the lyre’s string broken without my sadness gone
through autumn water I can’t see love’s right or wrong
my sadness is still on with years turning around
boundless white snow can’t cover the sorrows on
time flies away in the spring and fall’s ground
how can I be drawn to be that young
I wish to enjoy the moonlight with my man
to the end of the earth and remember that I can’t
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
whose tears in the moonlight frozen to frost upon
and you make me crazy missing you so long
your footsteps are wandering too far
my missing accompanies you to far around
if to be with you in this life that I can’t
after death I’ll become a butterfly lying in your arms around