Heavenly Homes

The stars are burning

And the moon is shining bright,

The world is turning underneath

This canopy of night...

Somewhere tomorrow warms the distance

With the light of dawn

You yawn, my love

Your eyes are growing tired

The dawn must come although we will deny it

I'd like to hold you here

Beneath these clouds of darkest blue

It could be a million years

Before the day comes creepin through,

But in the meantime

Let the moonshine shine

I'm fine my love, but tell me

How are you...?

You know that in the end it all comes true...

Heavenly homes are hard to find,

Heavenly thoughts in heavenly minds

Are not the world's design