The Edge Of The Moon - Celtic Thunder, Colm Keegan

The Edge Of The Moon

She sings him a song

He loves to listen

He reads her a story

She plays a sweet tune

Chopin and Mozart she loves with her heart

Her guardian angel, looks down from the moon

He rings the bells nightly

She prays for their freedom

He stands at the pulpit

She stays in her room

Scarlatti and Haydn, she loves with her heart

Her guardian angel looks down from the moon

She prays for the vision

He hopes she won’t see it

She wishes for winter

He knows it won’t come

Summer and Autumn cry whisper the wind song

Her guardian angel looks down from the moon

He closes the curtains

She takes to her bed now

He waits in the doorway

She stays in her room

Beautiful music sweet songs filled with glory

Her guardian angel looks down from the moon

She waves her goodbye from, the edge of the moon