Letra de Who Made The Moon
Her little eyes looked up to the evening sky As twilight spread across her sweet face, she wondered why She turned to me to ask, who made it so? So sure that I would knowWho made the moon? Who paints the sky? Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night? Who tells the rose it's time to bloom? How do June bugs know it's June? Dad, who made the moonAs that little girl grew up to discover life She found that people's words could cut deeper than a knife But somehow hers were always used for good I guess she understoodWho made the moon? Who paints the sky? Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night? Who fills the hearts, that have no room? With shooting stars and toy balloons Dad, who made the moonWho decides who gets to live? Who decides it's time to die? Who decides the ones you love? Don't get to say goodbyeNow I sit alone, search the evening sky I'd give everything I'll ever own for just one more night To hold her close and share the mystery And hear her asking meWho made the moon? Who paints the sky? Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night? Who shows the world how to play in tune? She got her answers way too soon She knows who made the moonWho made the moon? Who paints the sky? Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night? How can I fill, this empty room? Why'd she have to leave so soon? God, who made the moon