When the moon on a cloud cast night

Hung above the tree tops height

You sang me of some distant past

That made my heart beat strong and fast

Now I know I'm home at last



You offered me an eagle's wing

That to the sun I might soar and sing

And if I heard the owl's cry

Into the forest I would fly

And in its darknews find you by.



And so our love's not a simple thing

Nor our truths unwavering

But like the moon's pull on the tide

Our fingers touch our hearts collide

I'll be a moonsbreath from your side.