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