I watch the lamplight shine, like the halo in the night,

Gathering moths with each hour,

Flying......



Sometimes a car goes by, shatt'ring the still of the night,

Head lamps flash on my wall,

Shadows......



There hangs a silver cloud, crickets call from their crowd,

Moon shows its naked form,

Beaming......



Sometimes a car goes by, shatt'ring the still of the night,

Head lamps flash on my wall,

Shadows......