Shining brightly through the night With his silver up so high I could stare for a long while With those stars flying by The gentle breeze flowing through my hairs And the tree swaying their way I look up at him with the face of envy So beautiful With the dark spots of merry With his silver lining so strong The reality seems so wrong With those envy eyes of mine I stare at him with the patience of thine As the clock is running out of time And as he is aging like a fine wine