(Gary Moore)

Picture of the moon

you gave to me that night.

The stars were out to play,

the moon was shining bright.

If only I had known

that it would end so soon.

I was left with a picture of the moon.

The sound of soft guitars

beneath the spanish skies.

Across the candle lights

the sadness in your eyes.

If only I had known

that it would end so soon.

I was left with a picture of the moon.

Picture of the moon

you gave to me that night.

The stars were out to play,

the moon was shining bright.

However could I know

that it would end so soon?

I was left with a picture of the moon.

I was left with a picture of the moon.

All that's left is a picture of the moon.