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 loved 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 Hayden 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 I won't come Summer and Autumn cry whispering 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 stares round the room Beautiful music sweet songs filled with glory Her guardian angel looked down from the moon She waves her goodbye from The edge of the moon