And you were a silver star,
We'd beam and gleam, and we'd be seen,
Everywhere from afar.
Earthlings would look up at us,
Amazed at our shining faces,
They'd say, "look high - there in the sky."
They would want to trade us places.
I'd hold you in my crescent lap,
And rock you, sweetly sleeping,
My lullaby, your hushaby,
My heart, with love, a-beating.
The angels flying in the sky,
I know, would stop to hear,
Though fresh from God, they'd be in awe,
Of a moon with a star so dear.
If you were a precious, silver star,
And I were a golden moon,
So bright our light throughout the night,
All heaven would seem in bloom.
Ginny)Ellis~
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by: Robert (
Bobby) Millar
Schönau Germany
Moonshine