There is no use for the moon

There is no use for the moon ~

There is no use for the moon
Upon its cradle it rests
Like a silver arched spoon
As the lunar gods do fest

There is no use for the moon
It cries as babies weep
An all familiar tune
As the river that twists and seep

Oh Lord, creator of all
From Gethsemmane to Tibet
The moon does speak and call
For one whom time forgets

There is no use for the moon
It hangs by night and day
And it shall be distant soon
For it has always been this way