Written by ： Hugh Prestwood

She is fixed in his mind like the picture

He's kept in his wallet for years

And the image has never been tarnished

By the blood sweat and tears

And to him it appears

That the moon is still over her shoulder

And the ribbon is still in her hair

And he can still see her dancing

And the music is still in the air

Sometimes he finds it's amazing

That all of his children are wed

When their mother she is still turning eighteen

And turning his head

She still turns his head

And the moon is still over her shoulder

And the stars are still falling above

And she never gets one minute older

And he is still falling in love

And the moon is still over her shoulder

And the stars are still falling above

And she never gets one minute older

And he is still falling in love