Oh the moon hangs down

Like some old evening gown

Forgotten by some lovely southern maiden

Oh the stars are her tears

And the sky a skin of years

That she has most graciously given

Now who am I

To think that she might bat an eye

At my heart that lay so dangerously open

'Neath the sweet magnolia tree

The world's a fragrant memory

And the lady of the night has finally spoken

She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows

And you drift from place to place and you never know

Well is it here that I will stay?

Child, you must be on your way

For you are now, but you know nothing of your sorrow

So I hover in the breath

Between the birthday and the death

And the hummingbird, he hovers o're the flower

Though the end is just a guest

From one moment to the next

I keep thinking there will be a final hour

She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows

And you drift from place to place and you never know

Well is it here that I will stay?

Child, you must be on your way

For you are now, but you know nothing of tomorrow

She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows

And you drift from place to place and you never know

Well is it here that I will stay?

Child, you must be on your way