Hugh Prestwood
|
|
She is fixed in his mind like the picture
|
He's kept in his wallet for years
|
And the image has never been tarnished
|
By the blood, sweat and tears
|
And to him it appears
|
|
That the moon is still over her shoulder
|
And the ribbon is still in her hair
|
And he can still see her dancing
|
And music is still in the air
|
|
Sometimes he finds it amazing
|
That all of his children are wed
|
When their mother is still turning eighteen
|
And turning his head
|
She still turns his head
|
|
And the moon is still over her shoulder
|
And the stars are still falling above
|
And she never gets one minute older
|
And he is still falling in love
|
|
-----------------
|
The Moon is Still Over Her Shoulder
|
| Jerry Jeff Walker |
