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Her little eyes looked up to the evening sky As twilight spread across her sweet face she wondered why She turned to me to ask who made it so So sure that I would know Who made the moon, who paints the sky Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night Who tells the rose it's time to bloom How do Junebugs know it's June Dad, who made the moon As that little girl grew up to discover life She found that people's words could cut deeper than a knife But somehow hers were always used for good I guess she understood Who made the moon, who paints the sky Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night Who fills the hearts, that have no room With shooting stars and toy balloons Dad, who made the moon And who decides who gets to live And who decides its time to die And who decides the ones you love Don't get to say goodbye Now I sit alone and search the evening sky I'd give everything I'll ever own for just one more night To hold her close and share the mystery And hear her asking me Who made the moon, who paints the sky Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night Who shows the world how to play in tune She got her answers way too soon She knows who made the moon Who made the moon, who paints the sky Who hangs the stars and turns them on each night How can I fill this empty room Why'd she have to leave so soon God, who made the moon