I see the moon,
The moon sees me.
Shining through the leaves
Of the old Oak tree.
Please let the light
That shines on me,
Shine on the one I Love.
I see the sun,
The sun sees me.
Shining through the leaves
Of the old Oak tree.
Please let the light
That shines on me,
Shine on the one I love.
I see you ,
You see me.
Peeking through the leaves
Of the old Oak tree.
Please let the eyes
That peek at me
Say that they love me too.
By: My Grandma, Diane Louise Redinger.
