On The Moon - A.A. Bondy

No one can see the way it will be Your thread, there on the loom

And an unknown hand

Will pull on the strand

And guide you right on through

And the roses die and bloom

And I’m dreaming in my room

That you and I fell into the sky

And went dancing on the moon

And the comet will come

And swing 'round the sun

And you will be replaced

Until that day sometimes I will pray

That you may find some grace

And the roses die and bloom

And I’m dreaming in my room

That you and I fell into the sky

And went dancing on the moon