I've been thinking about you, and the years we spent together--
I rarely do,
But a blue moon rose in the sky last night;
And you were the nightbird flying across it.
I don't know why I thought
That my way was the best to do,
And I don't know why you thought
That others should take care of you.
I don't think you'd know me now,
The lady in the gardening hat;
I'm more humble, and I'm older,
But none the worse for all of that.
Still, I've been thinking about you,
And how it was until we lost it,
Because a blue moon rose in the sky last night
With a nightbird flying across it.