Days of the Moon

Gerald Brennan—composer, lyricist, vocalist, synthesist

The days of the Sun are easy blessings; the days of the Moon are almost impossible to bear. The pendulum swings to… and fro…

There’re so many things to do.
The Days of the Sun are so few.
Soon our eyes will dim.
Our hopes and dreams turn grim.
Now, comes the Days of the Moon.

Watch the pendulum move it swings to and fro.
The life that we reap is the life we sow.

We’ll cry and we’ll pray for sleep.
The Days of the Moon will cut deep.
Wounds that never mend,
O will this never end?
Lost, in these Days of the Moon.

With no glimmer of hope near or far,
in despair, you’ll forget who you are.
Till one desolate night, through the gloom
shines a star…

Watch the pendulum move it swings to and fro.
The life that we reap is the life we sow.

At last, we have earned our rest.
The Days of the Moon is our test.
Soon our eyes will clear.
Sweet dreams shall reappear.
Then, dawns the Days of the Sun.
Then, dawns the Days of the Sun.