Lying in bed, with the dark and the cold,
Fighting off the dreams passing through my mind
Seeing moon light upon the empty fold.

Remembering time past and days of old,
The passing since, to me, has not been kind;
Lying in bed, with the dark and the cold.

Many things said, many things yet untold,
Small and fleeting thoughts which prove to remind,
Seeing moon light upon the empty fold.

Your companionship valued more than gold,
But now, you are gone, and me, left behind
Lying in bed, with the dark and the cold.

Bitter feelings, in my heart, taking hold,
Yet fond memories become more refined
Seeing moon light upon the empty fold.

My soul filled with a great, yet controlled
Inner aching, foreign and undefined,
Lying in bed, with the dark and the cold,
Seeing moon light upon the empty fold.