Frank Sinatra The Night We Called It a Day

There was a moon out in space
But a cloud drifted over its face
You kissed me and went on your way
The night we called it a day

I heard the song of the spheres
Like a minor lament in my ears
I hadnt the heart left to pray
The night we called it a day

Soft through the dark
The hoot of an owl in the sky
Sad though his song
No bluer was he than i

The moon went down stars were gone
But the sun didnt rise with the dawn
There wasnt a thing left to say
The night we called it a day
There wasnt a thing left to say
The night we called it a day

by JoT@ - Chile - Jdpc