over the moon is wher i'll be fillin my cup,
  from a pot of tea
  and in the end my life will send for you to be with me
  in the night i will pray god i wish my love would stay
  for me..for him.now theirs no direction in the wind.
  im staring at the moon playing with the spoon that sits on the table
  my tea is getting cold while i am getting old
  i pray for the moon light to send me well wishes
  coming from over the hill and bring me my true love
  for ther i cannot be without him
  i hope we will be together
  through history and beyond
  not even this pillow thet lays upon my bed will make me happy
  if its not you then i shall not be happy
  i dont feel my peace nor the content
  i think my love for u has been bent its not what has been sent to me
  now i shall leave this little world and be...
  disolved into history....