The long nights, I stood under the red moon.
The wind screams, I listened.
The moon, my eyes traveled with.
I have seen the full moon, but not thee.

If ever any dreams I did see, t'was but a dream of thee.
if ever I thought, t'was but a thought of loving thee.
we loved with a love like no other.
And up in the heavens, they speak of our love, thee and I.
And now good morrow, for I return to thee.