THE MOON.
Swim, white Moon, in the dusky blue,Swim in the still dark sky.Soft are the clouds that cover you;And Jimmy and Alice and ISome time, perhaps, a journey will makeAcross the sea on your silver wake.Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blowsFrom the Milky Way so bright.Alice told me (and Alice knows),That I may climb up some night,And swing in the cradle you make for me,Higher than even the highest tree.
Swim, white Moon, in the dusky blue,Swim in the still dark sky.Soft are the clouds that cover you;And Jimmy and Alice and ISome time, perhaps, a journey will makeAcross the sea on your silver wake.Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blowsFrom the Milky Way so bright.Alice told me (and Alice knows),That I may climb up some night,And swing in the cradle you make for me,Higher than even the highest tree.
Swim, white Moon, in the dusky blue,Swim in the still dark sky.Soft are the clouds that cover you;And Jimmy and Alice and ISome time, perhaps, a journey will makeAcross the sea on your silver wake.
Swim, white Moon, in the dusky blue,
Swim in the still dark sky.
Soft are the clouds that cover you;
And Jimmy and Alice and I
Some time, perhaps, a journey will make
Across the sea on your silver wake.
Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blowsFrom the Milky Way so bright.Alice told me (and Alice knows),That I may climb up some night,And swing in the cradle you make for me,Higher than even the highest tree.
Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blows
From the Milky Way so bright.
Alice told me (and Alice knows),
That I may climb up some night,
And swing in the cradle you make for me,
Higher than even the highest tree.