Living Each Night
I may lay down on a bed of hay
With open eyes so I might stay
In amongst the moving stars
Living 'n living the dream that’s ours
I could sail on a moon lit sea
With open eyes so I might be
With the words of telling stars
Reliving, reliving, the dream that’s ours
Who rewrites the sky each night
And make it so that I might
Live again my days with you
Through the stars of each night’s view
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2017
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