Listen
Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north
There's road blocks on the Meden bridge
There's click, click clicking on the phone
They're sealing off our villages, sealing off our homes
This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet, green and pleasant land in 1984
Her father crossed the battle lines in the first months of the war
She frowns down at the soup kitchen - she doesn't have a father anymore
It's cold in the early mornings, standing with your mates
St
Moonlight
written by John Williams, Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman
In the moonlight
When the shadows play
When the thought of what could happen
Takes your breath away
Sighs and whispers
Quiet laughter in the air
Unspoken invitations everywhere
In the moonlight
All the words you say
Make it relatively easy
To be swept away
In the half-light
Can we trust the way we feel
Can we be sure that anything is real?
Stars keep secrets as they wander indiscreetly
While the echoes of a song go drifting by
We must be careful not to lose our way completely
Or the magic that we seek here
We can't be sure will be here
In the morning
With the moon away
And if in each other's arms
Is where we're meant to stay
In the love light
When our eyes have grown accustomed to the daylight
We'll see what waits for us to share
For all the things we've dreamed of in the moonlight
Will be there