Lyrics

We lay on the hill awash in evening’s blue light,
Drunk on the magic of those lovely days.
Redwoods silhouetted as the sky glowed bright,
When the Bohemian moon rose full ablaze.

That day was holy when we hiked through the hills,
On Dry Creek through the vineyard past the cows, past the pond.
November’s azure skies, enough to drink your fill,
With the Bohemian moon just beyond.

Grapevines catch the light in living reds and golds,
As the afternoon sun begins to sinkin’ low.
Soon the sky will shed its light and turn to indigo,
When the Bohemian moon starts to glow.

That day began a journey twisting as a vine,
But here we are together now still hand in hand.
Let’s raise a glass and toast this love with sweetest wine,
When the Bohemian moon rises once again.