Quarter Moon 
Words And Music By 
Cheryl Wheeler 


And they seem to know each other very well 
They speak across the garden and not a soul could tell 
They can read the summer sky and they can hear the back brook swell 
And they seem to know each other very well 

And they drive up north on sunday afternoons 
And he buys her wooden windmills and whales and quarter moons 
She feeds the birds all winter and she knows them by their tunes 
And they drive up north on sunday afternoons 

(Chorus) 
And all summer long, they make the garden grow 
Keep the green so strong 
Oh, wish them well, for standing on their own 

And they buried their old dog in their backyard 
With a fence and plastic roses 
And St. Francis standing guard 
She speaks of him quite often to this day she takes it hard 
And they buried their old dog in their backyard 

She brings me plants and flowers all the time 
And we dig the holes together she has to help with mine 
When she pats the soil around them oh my god, her eyes can shine 
She brings me plants and flowers all the time 

(Chorus) 

And they speak about their lives as almost gone 
Waiting for the sunset from an old and distant dawn 
Selling off the land except the part they're living on 
And they speak of their lives as almost gone 

And they seem to know each other very well 
They speak across the garden and not a soul could tell 
They can read the summer sky and they can hear the back brook swell 
And they seem to know each other very well 

(P) August 17, 1997 

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