When we were young we little cared
For the stars, the moon or the bright green shade
We took our pleasure where we would
And thought that life was what we made.
When we were grown we’d never time
For the stars, the moon or the velvet night
The sky too high above the crowds
Our eyes too full of neon light.
When love grew cold we turned away
From the moon, the stars and the smiling sun
They reminded us of what we’d lost
When you and I still thought as one.
Now we are old we never look
For the moon, the stars and the scented rose
We see cold stone beneath our feet
And close the door when the north wind blows.
But the moon, the stars and the wild north wind
The scented rose and the singing birds
Still tell the story of the earth
To those with ears to hear the words.