When the moon shines down so bright
You are touched by silver light
Upon a garland swing you sit
Beauty In the forest moonlit
Starlight dances In your hair
You start to swing without a care
The forest comes alive at night
When the moon Is shining bright
So swing my Love find some peace
For a while let your troubles cease
Swing and dream without a care
You lady with the auburn hair
Come forth all children of the night
For beauty shall be before your sight
Swing my Love and let them see
The beauty that means more than life to me.
by: michael clarke.
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