| The night before the day we meet |
| I make my walk on sacred ground |
| I turn my eyes up to most soulful sky |
| And in evening soil my heels sink down |
| I hear people laughing together down the way |
| And as their glasses tinkle in their play |
| I’m in between the moon and tomorrows light |
| And I cannot know how close you are. |
| The beast and baby have to meet |
| Until they do, they cry, they cry alone |
| The moon must line up with the sun |
| And burn the path that lights us home |
| I’ve seen your face a thousand times |
| And I’ve heard your voice in everything |
| And but I’ve always known |
| That love would be a simple song that I would sing |
| And as I wait I sing this song to you |
| And to a hollow moon like a golden ring |
| And to a tree that stands solo in an opening |
| The night before the day we meet. |
| And the beast and baby have to meet |
| Until they do they cry, and they cry alone |
| And the moon must line up with the sun |
| And burn the path that lights us home |
| I’ve seen your face a thousand times |
| And I heard your voice in everything |
| And I’ve always known that love would be The simple song that I would sing |
| The night before the day you come |
| I hear signals and messages from anyone |
| And I want to bring my head down and kiss someone |
| I have all my human senses… now, can I calm my senses? |
| Can I calm my freedom? |
| Can I calm my sense of freedom? |