Moonlight On The Rise

Shoreline wanderers
Moonlight on the rise
Earendel memories
Like mist in the wild

White-haired companions
As years roll by
Hard ground, stick around
Angels by your side

And these friends
Are like gold
Not so many left
Now to hold
As we grow old
Far off gazers
So many lonely isles
All our drifting sails
Paths cross the seas and skies

Places leave traces
Recalled as a blur
Wondered what become of them
Of them that wеre

Wondered what bеcome of them
Of them that were

And these friends
Are like gold
Not so many left
Now to hold
As we grow old

Shoreline wanderers
Moonlight on the rise
Shoreline wanderers
Moonlight on the rise