Was a full moon night
we sat outside and built a fire,
and we watched the flame grow higher
and
higher into the night.
Even if we could see
visions of eternity;
I think that I would rather be
Here tonight with you in Tennessee.
And the fire got real hot;
a
log did groan and
split
apart,
and
it sent a shower of
sparks
drifting
into the dark.
Even
if we could see . . .
Then the fire slowly died;
the
last sparks
hung like fireflies,
and the night was deep and dark and wide,
and
it was time for us
to go inside.
Even if we could see . . .
copyright words & music Luke Powers
for Phoebe Claire Publishing, LLC 2001