Mary Black - The Holy Ground

When I was young I spoke like a child, And I saw with a childs eyes
And an open door was to a girl, Like the stars are to the skies
It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations
With adventures for the stout of heart, And the lure of the open spaces.

There's two lanes running down this road, And whichever side you are on
Accounts for where you want to go, And what you are running from
Back when darkness overtook me, On a blindman's curve.

CHORUS:

I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon and St. Christopher.