Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

And the leaves crushed under our feet,
Covered the sounds of our sighs.
And the swirl of autumn they made as they fell,
Blinded our star-struck eyes.

After wondrous hours together,
We slowly regained our sight
And watched as the stars shot by,
Bringing contrast to darkness of night

A slow-motion dance in the moonlight,
Stars shined like music in our ears .
Sunrise, a caress, a last embrace,
More life in one day than in most years.

Heaven sent its glory.
Then you took away its wind.
You shook my soul and stole it away,
My broken heart your nimble fingers did mend.

So let us rise and sing to the heavens,
Let our voices ring through the air.
May our mem'ries be never forgotten
And our songs be heartfelt and fair.

Harp strings and heartstrings keep getting tugged
By the angel who holds me in her arms,
Am I shaking? Am I fighting for breath?
I'm enslaved by all your charms.