(Gary Moore)
Picture of the moon
you gave to me that night.
The stars were out to play,
the moon was shining bright.
If only I had known
that it would end so soon.
I was left with a picture of the moon.
The sound of soft guitars
beneath the spanish skies.
Across the candle lights
the sadness in your eyes.
If only I had known
that it would end so soon.
I was left with a picture of the moon.
Picture of the moon
you gave to me that night.
The stars were out to play,
the moon was shining bright.
However could I know
that it would end so soon?
I was left with a picture of the moon.
I was left with a picture of the moon.
All that's left is a picture of the moon.
