A moment passes by.
Still singing of moments passed by.
I look around and I wonder why,
all I can see
are the moments gone bye.
Bye, bye, baby,
So sweet,
like heaven from a summer sky—
I'm still longing for the sound
of that Lullaby.
But bye, bye, baby,
it's all gone.
I still hear it in the sweet, soft breeze:
nostalgia thunders like the wildest streams,
casting rainbows in the clear, cold spray.
Yesterday—I miss it so much,
I run my fingers through the fine, green leaves:
the fields of memory roll on—and o—n,
so ripe,
under the alpenglow of all life's dreams.
In the sunbeams of the aspen trees,
I just can't look away
from this time going by.
Kiss it goodbye
and pass on
this Lullaby.
So another moment passes by,
still singing of moments passed Bye.
