• When you look up at the moon
    you see it is as white as snow
    you think it is a dream
    knowing you will wake up
    but it is not a dream
    the never ending snow fall
    the never ending witer
    you know more then you should

    To fall in the blaket
    to fall in the snow
    to cry the snow away
    to make summer come
    to see the flowers blome
    to hear the birds song

    To fall alone in the snow
    is cold in your heart
    you think running away
    is the only way then you
    are sadly wrong
    to fall to cry
    to dream

    The moon is all you see
    the moon is all you are
    the why the moon goes
    is the way you want to go

    When you look up at the moon
    you see it is as white as snow
    you think it is a dream
    knowing you will wake up

    to find your self on the moon
    in this place you don't know
    following the voice you hear
    to never know to never ask
    to what until you get there