A cluster of blackbirds circles above
This amber afternoon
Leaves fall down like pieces of paper
I can see your face in the moon
Golden fields glow in the sunset
Willow awaits the loon
Orange trees frost on the ground
I can see your face in the moon
A piper plays the sun goes down
Behind the castle ruin
Geese fly by the orchard at dusk
I can see your face in the moon
And when the wind blows
And the sun goes down
Time slows
And stops spinning round
It's only a reflection of the moon
