over the moon is wher i'll be fillin my cup,

from a pot of tea

and in the end my life will send for you to be with me

in the night i will pray god i wish my love would stay

for me..for him.now theirs no direction in the wind.

im staring at the moon playing with the spoon that sits on the table

my tea is getting cold while i am getting old

i pray for the moon light to send me well wishes

coming from over the hill and bring me my true love

for ther i cannot be without him

i hope we will be together

through history and beyond

not even this pillow thet lays upon my bed will make me happy

if its not you then i shall not be happy

i dont feel my peace nor the content

i think my love for u has been bent its not what has been sent to me

now i shall leave this little world and be...

disolved into history