The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
He remembered when he had it all.
When his head wasn't so bald.
He remembered how she use to run her hands through his hair.
But now there is nothing there.
If wolves could sing.
They would do their thing.
They would sing about chasing deer.
And never having any fear.
If a genie could grant me a wish.
I would love to feel again the heavenly bliss.
From the taste of your peppermint kiss.
A great beauty has passed from this life.
Of good times and sometimes toil and strife.
Some will say that she went to a better place.
Look at the blue sky or a white cloud, you will still see her face.