Silver of Moonlight

Nobody puts flowers on a forlorn man’s grave

Never a dawn where roses blossom on my tomb

And the undertaker whistles by, six feet above

As I dream tonight on this silver of moonlight

But don’t the raindrops sound so lovely

On a night where the moon is full

As I sink beneath the autumn leaves

Bathing in this silver of moonlight

Footsteps of the dead glide across the gravel

Dancing to a tune of madness and bliss

Crows croak that I must be insane

To forever fall under this silver of moonlight

Hell shrieks for my name below

And heaven sings for my soul above

But no one knows my name

So ever I hide in this silver of moonlight