Life On A Moonbeam
Is it so wrong, to dream all day long,
Of a life so simple and pure,
Where kindness and caring,
And effortless sharing,
Are no effort, because they belong.
Oh, life on a moonbeam.
Life on a moonbeam for me.
Is it so bad, not to be sad,
Not wanting for anything real,
Where a thought can be treasured,
And time never measured,
Only compassion and love to be had.
Oh, life on a moonbeam.
Life on a moonbeam for me.
I think I’ll aspire, to gently retire,
I have drifted, too far away,
From reality’s curse,
It all seems perverse,
That reality can be a liar.
Oh, life on a moonbeam.
Life on a moonbeam for me.
