The Light of the Moon

When I was young as each day would wind down I would walk through the streets of this dusty old town Past the store and saloon, and the cemetery And each night the same lovebirds I'd see And they'd smile, and they'd eave as they'd ample on by They would laugh, tradin' pulls from a flask of cheap rye And in all the years since I still ain't seen a love Near as pure as those old turtledoves One night in the graveyard, only one could I see On their knees underneath an old sycamore tree They had tears in their eyes, but a smile on their face While a name on the headstone, they traced Whispering the light of the moon is the sun Yet, only in darkness it shines Death and life are harmonies sung The two truly one, as lovers entwined I drew near then with care, but my words tumbled down I said, "How can you live when your love's in the ground?" And they reached up to me and I helped them to stand They took my face in their old weathered hands Whispering the light of the moon is the sun Yet, only in darkness it shines Death and life are harmonies sung The two truly one, as lovers entwined Years passed, and that plot grew another gravestone And now, breathing the night air, I kneel here alone New grass springing up through the Earth freshly stirred I smile and recall those old worlds Whispering the light of the moon is the sun Yet, only in darkness it shines Death and life are harmonies sung The two truly one, as lovers entwined