My grandfather's name was Moon

Because his eyes were bright and round

And no amount of time or liquor could dull them

My grandmother's name was Joy

Bcause it spilled out of her heart

And bathed her precious children in its warmth

And there was happiness in life

Beyond the sorrow and the pain

But how they ever found it I cannot explain

I guess time has a way of making everything all right

It's just there's not enough of it

And so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this life

And hope that it will last

Morning is here and night has passed

My grandfather was a doctor

He cured the sick with his kind hands

And he taught me how to sail and how to find dry land

My grandmother was all sweetness

When she spoke we all heard bells

And they rang in such a way that we were comforted

And they held on to each other

With all the strength they had

And they loved with devotion beyond what I understand

But fear has a way

Of making sleep unbearable

And the days seem cold and long

But we'll cry and we dance

And we stumble into love

In awkward, perfect grace

The moon is gone and the sun has took its place

The moon is gone and the sun has took its place