Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I did not know the moon was silent
until some one told me
I had always heard it sing until then
Now it slips away like the wind
how can an old man be satisfied
that he is just a laughing boy?
with out knowing how
give me a pocket full of pretty stones to hold
and I will show you green diamonds
If you will look deeply into my travelers eyes
I will take you to my hidden gate of dreams
into the forest of the evening
to sit beneath the witches tree
with me and the singing moon

all hail the moon that sings with a little jazz on the side