Moon rises (outro)
Edward Buzzard
Verse:
Moon rise over the valley edge
The day is over, the day is dead
Lost my power, it came to a head
But summer flowers, a crimson red
Bloomed yesterday
Bloomed yesterday
What can I, as a man, hope to leave behind
When I’m gone?
A part of a love
A piece of my life
A piece of a song
Painting this night
The stars overhead
They look just as bright
As the night we truly met
The moon rises
The moon rises another day
