Oh the moon hangs down
Like some old evening gown
Forgotten by some lovely southern maiden
Oh the stars are her tears
And the sky a skin of years
That she has most graciously given
Now who am I
To think that she might bat an eye
At my heart that lay so dangerously open
'Neath the sweet magnolia tree
The world's a fragrant memory
And the lady of the night has finally spoken
She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows
And you drift from place to place and you never know
Well is it here that I will stay?
Child, you must be on your way
For you are now, but you know nothing of your sorrow
So I hover in the breath
Between the birthday and the death
And the hummingbird, he hovers o're the flower
Though the end is just a guest
From one moment to the next
I keep thinking there will be a final hour
She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows
And you drift from place to place and you never know
Well is it here that I will stay?
Child, you must be on your way
For you are now, but you know nothing of tomorrow
She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows
And you drift from place to place and you never know
Well is it here that I will stay?
Child, you must be on your way
