Borrowing moons

Now that you have found her

Just put your arms around her

Talk then of love and that soon

You'll reach out and give her the moon

We move from cold to colder

So draw her near and hold her

Weave moonlight into her hair

Whisper you'll always be there

Stroke away her sadness

With a touch of moonlight madness

A moon can be borrowed at will

Yet come tomorrow it's still

There on high ... sailing by

Get wise and not just older

Draw her near and hold her