O Mother Moon, 'neath heavens starry dome
I wait for you- my heart is in my hands
your silver orb speaks of hearth and home
and calls to me wherever I may roam.

Though far and wide my path may wind away
from ancient glades and Mother's warm embrace
I cherish memories of golden days
and bask within your ever-knowing gaze.

I turn a sedate circle, arms spread wide
singing softly the bewitching melody
of Moon, the pale and wistful bride
and moonlight in a shimm'ring silver tide.

No fear of midnight, shadows hanging stark
you rise into the sky, triumphal queen
brushing my eyelids, you bestow your mark
a silvery kiss to brush away the dark.

Gazing to the heavens with arms spread wide, you sing a soft song of the Moon
and turn into a slow dance, following the bewitching melody of moonlight.