On sacred ground
On hallowed earth
I saw myself make love to you
Sometime before or yet to come
And all is still the day grows old
I see my way on ancient ruins
The night is cold on harvest moon
To be a human is to know the sadness in
In this lifetime of hours
The hands of time turn slowly round
Our world inside is slowly
Because i'll be back on harvest moon
To be in love and never understand it yeah(here)
In this lifetime of hours (hours)
Another time a different place
Makes me think
Makes me think
And all is still all is still
All is still the day grows old
I see my way in ancient ruins
The night is cold in the harvest moon
To be a human is to know the sadness in this lifetime of hours