Her little eyes looked up to the evening sky

As twilight spread across her sweet face she wondered why

She turned to me to ask who made it so

So sure that I would know



Who made the moon, who paints the sky

Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night

Who tells the rose it's time to bloom

How do Junebugs know it's June

Dad, who made the moon



As that little girl grew up to discover life

She found that people's words could cut deeper than a knife

But somehow hers were always used for good

I guess she understood



Who made the moon, who paints the sky

Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night

Who fills the hearts, that have no room

With shooting stars and toy balloons

Dad, who made the moon



And who decides who gets to live

And who decides its time to die

And who decides the ones you love

Don't get to say goodbye



Now I sit alone and search the evening sky

I'd give everything I'll ever own for just one more night

To hold her close and share the mystery

And hear her asking me



Who made the moon, who paints the sky

Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night

Who shows the world how to play in tune

She got her answers way too soon

She knows who made the moon



Who made the moon, who paints the sky 

Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night 

How can I fill this empty room 

Why'd she have to leave so soon 

God, who made the moon