
Here's to Joe who danced with his guitar
'til the bones in his fingers stood still
In the forest to
shoot off an arrow
They found Joe
at the foot of a hill
The memories we
shared were many, the moments were few
Joe lived life
his own way
With his
guitar...he danced to the moon
Now Paul’s up
high with the eagles
With John Denver
and earphones he'd soar
When God said"
Paul, you're grounded "
He went right
back and knocked at his door
The memories we
shared were many, the moments were few
Paul lived life
his own way
With his
airplane...he danced to the moon
Now Fanny she
was a waitress
Too many men
wanted more than the beer
When she smiled,
they thought she was happy
'Til the mop
fell, she worked there for years
On her own she raised a family
His
memory locked her eyes
Every Sunday she
stood by the window
gramma Fannywavedgoodbye...
I hear Joe
playing his guitar
I see Paul
painting the sky
And there's
Fanny dancing with her sweetheart
Every memory and
moment alive ... We'll dance to the moon