The moon is looking down on me as I travel through the night
It guides my way with its luminous glow because it is so bright
An angel watching over me with a heavenly glow of white
It has to be said, it can\'t be denied, what a stunning sight
The moon is like a God and we it\'s mortal slaves
So powerful and so strong it even controls the waves
Sometimes hidden, sometimes covered but always way up high
A constant for us mortals in the darkness of the skies
Watching. . . . . . . always watching from the cradle to the grave
It sees the good. . . . it sees the bad. ... how humans misbehave
The stars will fade. . . . the earth may die but the moon will always be
In the sky looking down beautiful and free