Heavenly Homes

Nelson

The stars are burning

and the moon is shining bright,

The world is turning underneath

this canopy of night . . .

Somewhere tomorrow warms the distance

with the light of dawn,

You yawn, my love,

Your eyes are growing tired,

The dawn must come although we will deny it . . .

I'd like to hold you here

beneath these clouds of darkest blue . . .

It could be a million years

before the day comes creepin through,

But in the meantime

Let the moonshine shine

I'm fine, my love, but tell me,

How are you . . . ?

You know that in the end it all comes true . . .

Heavenly homes are hard to find,

Heavenly thoughts in heavenly minds

Are not the worlds' design.