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 know
Who 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 moon
As 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 understood
Who 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 moon
Who decides who gets to live?
Who decides it's time to die?
Who decides the ones you love?
Don't get to say goodbye
Now 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 me
Who 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 moon
Who 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
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 know
Who 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 moon
As 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 understood
Who 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 moon
Who decides who gets to live?
Who decides it's time to die?
Who decides the ones you love?
Don't get to say goodbye
Now 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 me
Who 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 moon
Who 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
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Writer(s): Wayne Stephen Nelson
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