The moon hangs soft above the sea
like a white eye watching me
It drifts through a cloudy day
like a ship that never goes away
It watches forests, towns and streams
while we slip into our quiet dreams
a silent keeper of the skies
with a soft glow in its ancient eyes
the wolves may howl, the tides may rise
but that un-forgetful glow tells only lies
through every age that stays true
watching the moon dance
aligned with its tune
and when the Earth is far from our bay
there will be a light guiding our way
with songs of enchanted tunes forever bright:
our lovely moon