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As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretend That I was anything less than concerned Hearing of your troubles Has forced me to double My interest in your current affairs It's no use despising a new unknown horizon Now your son has set his sights on the moon So precipitous a decision has clouded your vision And altered the pitch of your tune Please don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hear While savagely your love you prune For he might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old with the moon In March, April, May, and June July, August, September, soon He might replace the old with the moon It could be October November, or even December So in January and February remember He might replace the old with the moon He might replace the old quite soon From Letras Mania