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...