Who can say why the lady moon dances daintily,
Across the grey gauze of darkness soon to be gone
Or why her chosen consort in the waltz
The sun king of the sky
Tips his hat and beckons his rays to come along.
Pray who can tell me
Why tiny winds tickle old trees who shake in merriment and mirth
When the little breezes blow through
Why the trickling brooks flash green and sliver
......
Who can say why the lady moon dances daintily,
Across the grey gauze of darkness soon to be gone
Or why her chosen consort in the waltz
The sun king of the sky
Tips his hat and beckons his rays to come along.
Pray who can tell me
Why tiny winds tickle old trees who shake in merriment and mirth
When the little breezes blow through
Why the trickling brooks flash green and sliver
......