Nelson
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 worlds' design.