There's a child in the moonlight
Dancing on the pond
With a thousand people's shadows
From world's way off beyond

She dances along her moonlit path
Puffing out her chest
For today is her full moon night
And she's looking at her best

She comes from a land of shadows
Where all are dressed in dark
She lives in a house of blackness
Where darkness makes a mark

But now dawn is rising
And I'm afraid she'll have to go
There's a child in the moonlight
Dancing on her own...

I shed my tears on the autumn day
Let shredded leaves blow in my way
I see the oxbow lake in all its green
This autumnal world is not what is seems

The squirrels collect their cone shaped provisions
Making sure of careful decisions
Leaping from the hand shaped sticks
Like tom jumping over the candlestick

The final sights of winged frog food
The rutting deer begin to woo
A season of sleep preparation
All across the dying nation

So goodbye leaves, I cry you away
Say goodbye to this year’s day
And with the final look that last I steal
I really love the autumnal feel

She wiped her eyes
She spilled her tears
I stood watching
Waiting for it to clear

She bears no will
She never paid the bills
So I sat here thinking
Why should she complain?

As she started storming
I took it as a warning
I stood there and watched
As she tore herself apart

As she shut the door
I couldn’t cope anymore
Tears fell from my eyes
And hit the wooden floor

And now love is lost
A memory in the past
And now I find the truth
That love will never last.

The dead of the war stand in gloom
A scarlet tinge for the muted room
People beaten by tools of war
Stand together, forgotten in law

Anxiety and anger purge my heart
This beats to the soldier’s steady march
Into battle we must go
Our general shouted, we moaned and groaned

My conscience took me by the hand
Or cowardice I turned and ran
Murdered by our former friends
Comrades' lives, now loose ends

A shell amiss, an ‘honourable death’
The recollection of quickened breaths
The flicker book of Sundays passed
A life that was meant to last

Respect upmost those who fought
Let them occupy your thoughts
I’m not the mean and selfish kind
These people will always fill my mind

I loved my life, I treasured it
Now memories come back in bits
We marched in battle, four by four
We are the dead of the war

Albino frost upon the floor
Lips are chapped and hands are sore
A Christmas spirit arises above
People embrace Christmas love

A time for play and toys galore
Wrapping paper ruined, torn
The familiar thought of Santa’s elves
Stacking gifts upon the shelves

But darkness leaps from up top
Putting some spirits to a stop
Bringing some close to tears
And showing them their worst fears

Death counts his heavy toll
And ventures through the deathly cold
Claiming victims in the night
And filling injured with pale fright

But should we fret or should we excite
Should we go dark or go light
Neither is the simple word
We should give to human and bird

We should help the ones that cry
We should love before we die
And we shall make the world unite
And spread the warming Christmas light

So now farewell, ciao, goodbye
Remember those who live and cry
So off you go, all from here
Merry Christmas and happy New Year

There was a time when men were great
When I was in a sensible state
When man would walk and talk so well
People would ask not always tell

There was a time when we lost it all
When man sat upon the impoverished wall
When starvation held an awful grasp
And held the world in a stop start clasp

There was a time when few thought big
Where women were merely the dump of the stig
There was a thought of another day
There was a time where man gave way

There was a time for a scripted life
Where people fought in battles of strife
There was a time of much change
There was a time of the deranged

There was a time where we were free
Where there was a place for you and me
There was a time long ago
There was a time that we don’t know…