The crescent moon is on the rise,
As the waters recede at low tide,
When the warmth of evening gives away,
To the coolness of the night.

Stand with me here,
Hold my hand and please stay near,
And know in these precious moments,
That it is you who I hold dear.

Please gaze upon me,
And whisper into my ear,
Of the special memories that we have,
Made together throughout the years.

Stay with me now,
For my time is drawing near.
Stay close within my grasp,
As I pass on so free of fear.