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