• I sing to the moon,
    Perfectly tuned,
    Every full moon light.
    Gaze up at the stars,
    Forgetting the scars,
    Of yesterday.


    I sing to the moon,
    Perfectly tuned,
    Out all alone tonight.
    No one to hold my hand,
    There I shall stand,
    and sing from my soul.

    I sing to the moon,
    Perfectly tuned,
    Out in the field at night.
    Sing to the small flower,
    So it may inspire,
    Me with beauty.