The Moon Is Still Over Her Shoulder

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