Through the august moonbeams,
Sings the nightingales dreams,

Through august moonbeams,
Sighs the willow leaves,

Through august moonbeams,
Sway summers roses,
Kisses summers lakeshore irises,

Through august moonbeams,
Dances her sublime beauty,

Through the august moonbeams,
The moon is a cake,
Strawberry, and rose,
Through august moonbeams,
Its even a dove exotic
Reynaldo Casison