11.9.01
Cover yourself in gold
Wear a colored band the patches of silk
Are running through your hands
So tender, soft, galore
Raise your drinking glass
Here's to tomorrow
Dry your eyes sweet child
Tomorrow's going to shine
Close your curtains for the night
Rest your tired head
When the sun rises
The light will guide your way
No more tired evenings
No more being left alone
The stars will always be shining
Moondancers divine
Draw the blankets
Turn out the light
Make tonight dreamer's delight...