What beauty comes on each blue Moon

It glistens fast and leaves too soon.

Leaving the world to wish and wonder

Leaving dear love to sit and squander

 

Does this moment ever leave the eye?

Blowing past with a formidable sigh?

When can such a time ever come back?

When will there be time to plaque?

 

As I walk back and forth again,

With the aching of fear and pain.

Where will this beautiful blue moon show?

To what ends of earth, will I have to go?

 

And gathering up all my things

Marching on through winter and spring

Fighting through smoke, braving the fire

Climbing a mountain; taking me higher.

 

And will defeat meet my journey,

Making me lie cold on a gurney?

Or will I be nimble and quick

To capture the joy of a candle stick.

 

What beauty comes on each blue Moon

It glistens fast and leaves too soon.

Leaving the world to wish and wonder

Leaving dear love to sit and squander.