Moondance

With an unusually warm November evening at my fingertips, the CD player is loaded and I've got at least enough gas to get me there. I don't think I can wait until Monday and who doesn't love a surprise? So, I'm off! My life is rather short on spontaneity these days.

All the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And Im trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush