Who Made the Moon

	作词 : Nelsen
	Her little eyes looked up to the evening sky
	As twilight spread across her sweet face she wondered why
	She turned to me to ask who made it so
	So sure that
	I would know
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	Who tells the rose it's time to bloom
	How do Junebugs know it’s
	June Dad, who made the moon
	As that little girl grew up to discover life
	She found that people’s words could cut deeper than a knife
	But somehow hers were always used for good
	I guess she understood
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	Who fills the hearts, that have no room
	With shooting stars and toy balloons
	Dad, who made the moon
	And who decides who gets to live
	And who decides its time to die
	And who decides the ones you love
	Don’t get to say goodbye
	Now I sit alone and search the evening sky
	I’d give everything
	I’ll ever own for just one more night
	To hold her close and share the mystery
	And hear her asking me
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	Who shows the world how to play in tune
	She got her answers way too soon
	She knows who made the moon
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	How can I fill this empty room
	Why'd she have to leave so soon
	God, who made the moon

	zuò cí : Nelsen
	Her little eyes looked up to the evening sky
	As twilight spread across her sweet face she wondered why
	She turned to me to ask who made it so
	So sure that
	I would know
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	Who tells the rose it' s time to bloom
	How do Junebugs know it' s
	June Dad, who made the moon
	As that little girl grew up to discover life
	She found that people' s words could cut deeper than a knife
	But somehow hers were always used for good
	I guess she understood
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	Who fills the hearts, that have no room
	With shooting stars and toy balloons
	Dad, who made the moon
	And who decides who gets to live
	And who decides its time to die
	And who decides the ones you love
	Don' t get to say goodbye
	Now I sit alone and search the evening sky
	I' d give everything
	I' ll ever own for just one more night
	To hold her close and share the mystery
	And hear her asking me
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	Who shows the world how to play in tune
	She got her answers way too soon
	She knows who made the moon
	Who made the moon, who paints the sky
	Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night
	How can I fill this empty room
	Why' d she have to leave so soon
	God, who made the moon