In the moonlight Shadows,
Walking hand in hand,
Trees leaning toward the meadow,
In the darkest of night,
Lit only by the Moonlight,
Shinning against the twisting trees,
Of a faraway land,


As long as these trees still stand,
Twisted as if hand in hand,
Yet entwined like compassionate lovers,
They will stand,
Till the end of time,
Yet as strong as any other,
In a faraway land.





Walking as the moonlight shines,
through the dark shadows,
Lighting there twisting boughs,
Ever so bright,
Their love growing stronger,
As they walk hand in hand,
While the moonlight shines,
Along their path,
In a faraway land

Moonlight shining,
Through the shadows,
While these two lovers,
Walk hand in hand,
Twisted trees standing tall,
Leaning through the meadow,
In the night,
Against the shadowy light,
Of a faraway land.





As long as these trees still stand,
Twisted as if hand in hand,
Entangled like tender-hearted lovers,
They will stand till the end of time,
As strong as any other,
In a faraway land,
Walking as the moonlight shines,
Through the shadows,
Of their twisting boughs ever so bright,
Their love growing stronger,
As they walk hand in hand,
Along the path
With the moonlight,








The moonlight shining ever so bright,
On these two twisted trees every night,
While shining upon the meadow,
With such delight,
While the summer breeze blows,
Cooling the night,
As they watch over loving couples,
Walking hand in hand,
By the meadow
In a faraway land.


© GrayWolf