(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