Beneath the Silver Moon

You were once a boy in tattered jeans With skin dark by the sun Eyes so wide and deep with reckless dreams To carry you along You were always talking 'bout the sea The brilliant mystic view You never seemed to shrink from mystery That was life to you And you would find a resting place Where stars would light the room And trees would bend with sacred grace Beneath the silver moon I see you in this height so sad and sweet Your spirit burning bright I know he whispers still in places deep With flaming words of light And you would find a resting place Where stars would light the room And trees would bend with sacred grace Beneath the silver moon And you would find a resting place Where stars would light the room And trees would bend with sacred grace Beneath the silver moon