(Hans York) 



You don't like the sunshine even when it's cold

Don't you miss it this time, don't wait ‘till you're old

And your days are gone morning will show no more

And you don't know why, and what there is living for



Listen to the moon when her light is on you

You can hear her voice soon you'll see it's true

Listen to the moon



Can you hear the voice that is coming from the glow

You can take this choice when you wake up and go

To a place where no one can chase you away anymore

Take these nights and stay in the light outside the door.



Listen to the moon when her light is on you

You can hear her voice soon you'll know it's true

Listen to the moon