Walking alone on the moonlit moors,
Pacing past the blades of grass,
Time finds me searching for my past,
Moments of joy, wonders and youthful sass,

I stop and stare at the moon,
Wondering why did it all end so soon,
When we could all be together by the next noon,
But that's when they hear me singing a silly tune,

Gone is the time when joy,
Found me surrounded by friends,
Being hooted at the cafe to annoy,
And pillow...