The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wi
Walk with me along the path,
And reach up toward the sky.
I'll be right beside yo
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
Live, love, laugh,
play, fight, cry.
Time seems short when it's just you and I,
