The golden moon beams,
as long as a gypsys hem,
And theres so much to mend,

The golden moon beams,
Exquisite as an exotic shore,
Strewn with glistening seashells,
and roses erotic,
The stars shine,
with cherry blossom folklore,
and,
Her Beauty dreams,
with vineyards,

The golden moon beams,
With evening chimes,
Longing for her love to rhyme,
With sweet sweet flowers
Reynaldo Casison