Crescent Moon words and music by Bill Pere

She felt a chill as he burned with the fever
The doctor said there was no cure that he knew of...
Just a matter of time before he'd leave her
She sat by his side; All she could give him was love

She spent another silent night by the side of her sailor
He tossed restless as the sea as he hung on by a thread
Many times she thought she lost him as she watched him grow paler
Still he hung on; She wondered 'bout the dreams in his head...

Crescent moon, bright in the night sky
The wind whips the waves; He lets go a scream
He clings to the rails; He knows to let go is to die
This is more than just a dream...
Crescent moon, on the horizon
Like her smile that makes him feel warm
Two bright stars, or is it her eyes
With love to guide him through the storm....

Through her vigil every night, she'd recall what would happen
As he'd sail far away; the empty feeling that she'd get.
Now this tropical fever he'd caught from the captain
Was taking him still further yet....

Crescent moon, bright in the night sky
The wind whips the waves; He lets go a scream
He clings to the rails; He knows to let go is to die
This is more than just a dream...
Crescent moon, on the horizon
Like her smile that makes him feel warm
Two bright stars, or is it her eyes
With love to guide him through the storm...

One stormy night while the thunder was crashing
The wind through the window washed the rain across his face
He screamed out loud and his body started thrashing
She pulled him close to her and wrapped him up safe in her embrace
Then his eyes shot open wide and he saw his lady smiling
He said "Last thing I remember...." and the tears rolled down his neck;
"I was seeing sky all full of storm clouds, the moon was up there shining
I was falling from the rail;
Someone reached out and pulled me back on deck
There was a....

Crescent moon on the horizon;
The wind whipped the waves, I let go a scream.
I clung to the rail, I knew to let go was to die;
It was more than just a dream
Crescent moon on the horizon,
Like your smile, that makes me feel warm;
Two bright stars, or is it your eyes
With love to guide me through the storm...

Copyright Bill Pere, MysticMusic/KidThink Music All Rights Reserved

 

 

 


"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth,  I wonder what would happen to this world?"  --- Harry Chapin