
In the chill of winter's eve,
When the moon shines bright and clear,
I sit and dream of days of yore,
When music filled the atmosphere.
The Jonathon Winters Show, a stage so grand,
Where The Doors performed their magic hand,
Moonlight Drive and Light My Fire,
Two songs that make my heart aspire.
Their melodies, like a gentle breeze,
That carries me to places of ease,
Where the moon's soft light does shine,
And the night's secrets are divine.
Their harmonies, like a work of art,
That touches my heart and soul's part,
Their music, a symphony of dreams,
That brings me to my heart's extremes.
Oh, Winter's Moonlight Dreams,
How I long to be in those scenes,
Where the music flows like a stream,
thru my consciousness like a lustful scheme.
The Doors, a band legendary untamed,
Their music, changed the game,
Moonlight Drive and Light My Fire,
Two songs that make my art aspire.