Beneath the silver glow, Where reverbs softly flow. A lonesome song that chill, It cries,
sailing where The twilight lies.
A waltz on liquid glass, Pale memories that pass. Frost-kissed seasons drift and fade, Yet their tender light Won't stray.
Moonlight paint the old trails, Weaving wistful faded tales. A whisper that hums and flows, Glist’ning an’ now Fading.
Soft morning break the haze, Bright earth with pure golden rays. Sharp steps fade where moonlight glows, Tracing murmurs the night bestows.
A waltz on liquid glass, Pale memories that pass. Frost-kissed seasons drift and fade, Yet their tender light Won't stray.
Moonlight paint the old trails, Weaving wistful faded tales. A whisper that hums and flows, Glist’ning an’ now Fading.
Soft morning break the haze, Bright earth with pure golden rays. Sharp steps fade where moonlight glows, Tracing murmurs the night bestows.
Beneath the silver glow, Where reverbs softly flow. A lonesome song that chill, It cries,
sailing where The twilight lies.
A waltz on liquid glass, Pale memories that pass. Frost-kissed seasons drift and fade, Yet their tender light Won't stray.
Moonlight paint the old trails, Weaving wistful faded tales. A whisper that hums and flows, Glist’ning an’ now Fading.
Soft morning break the haze, Bright earth with pure golden rays. Sharp steps fade where moonlight glows, Tracing murmurs the night bestows.
A waltz on liquid glass, Pale memories that pass. Frost-kissed seasons drift and fade, Yet their tender light Won't stray.
Moonlight paint the old trails, Weaving wistful faded tales. A whisper that hums and flows, Glist’ning an’ now Fading.
Soft morning break the haze, Bright earth with pure golden rays. Sharp steps fade where moonlight glows, Tracing murmurs the night bestows.
Beneath the silver glow, Where reverbs softly flow. A lonesome song that chill, It cries,
sailing where The twilight lies.
A waltz on liquid glass, Pale memories that pass. Frost-kissed seasons drift and fade, Yet their tender light Won't stray.
Moonlight paint the old trails, Weaving wistful faded tales. A whisper that hums and flows, Glist’ning an’ now Fading.
Soft morning break the haze, Bright earth with pure golden rays. Sharp steps fade where moonlight glows, Tracing murmurs the night bestows.
A waltz on liquid glass, Pale memories that pass. Frost-kissed seasons drift and fade, Yet their tender light Won't stray.
Moonlight paint the old trails, Weaving wistful faded tales. A whisper that hums and flows, Glist’ning an’ now Fading.
Soft morning break the haze, Bright earth with pure golden rays. Sharp steps fade where moonlight glows, Tracing murmurs the night bestows.