Mark Heard Moonflower
Oh when the moon blooms like a flower in the night
Petals of heaven born silver light
Its seeds ride the wind to the souls of men
So silently
Well there is a fanfare in the changing wind
For those who will listen beginning to end
And the nightingale pleads for the well-tuned ears
Of every man
Oh the sun shines like a torch at sea
Author of all for the eyes that see
Blind eyes know it only as a mystery, oh
Oh, when the moon blooms like a flower in the night
Petals of heaven born silver light
Its seeds ride the wind to the souls of men
So silently
