When the moon comes down on earth,
And the sun forgets to glow,

When the flowers stop to bloom,
And the ocean stops to flow,

When the cattle stop to browse,
And no bird raises his voice,

When old men stop smoking pipes,
And young children play’in with toys,

When each quarrel simply dies,
And when even heaven cries,

That’s when I try you to see,
What you mean to me.

Bild: © Jason Bache