The moon's worn thin Succumbed to the pressure Her silver dress Hangs in the sky like a rag
Her coat her cloak Her cover of darkness It fails to hide The tears that she's cried Oh she cries
But she still shines Though the night falls around her And by her light I find my way When I fear the path laid before me I look to the light of her face And thank her for being so brave
The moon remains In fullness or frailty A faithful climb And I stand amazed at the way
