The sun
is sinking low in the
sky above Ashokan.
The pines and the
willows know soon we
will part.
There's a whisper in the
wind of promises
unspoken,
And a love that will
always remain in my
heart.
My thoughts will return
to the sound of your
laughter,
The magic of moving as
one,
And a time we'll
remember long ever after
The moonlight and music
and dancing are done.
Will we climb the hills
once more?
Will we walk the woods
together?
Will I feel you holding
me close once again?
Will every song we've
sung stay with us
forever?
Will you dance in my
dreams or my arms until
then?
Under the moon the
mountains lie sleeping
Over the lake the stars
shine.
They wonder if you and I
will be keeping
The magic and music, or
leave them behind |
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