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Sometimes at bedtime, when the boys were younger I used to sing that old Cat Stevens song, Moonshadow.


"I'm being followed by a moonshadow -- moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow -- moonshadow, moonshadow


If I ever lose my eyes, if my colors all run dry,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes I won't have to cry no more."


And over time we made up our own verses of the song:


"If I ever lose my ears, the words and music I just can't hear,
Yes if I ever lose my ears I won't have to listen no more.

If I ever lose my tongue, my words and music go unsung,

Yes if I ever lose my tongue I won't have to yell no more

I'm being followed by a moonshadow . . . 

And if I ever lose my nose, can't smell compost, can't smell a rose,

Yes if I ever lose my nose I won't have to sneeze no more.

If I ever lose my belly, can't eat peanut butter, can't eat jelly,
Yes, if I ever lose my belly, I won't have to eat no more.


I'm being followed by a moonshadow . . . 


If I ever lose my mind, lost in space and lost in time,
Yes if I ever lose my mind I won't have to think no more


If I ever lose my way, where I'm bound I just can't say,
Yes if I ever lose my way I won't have to plan no more."

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