Like a churning pail of milk Shining in the grayish sky What are you my anciant Moon Haunting Beauty of a World, Glorious Globe of silent light, Older than our own dear Earth, Shining silver in the night! Who made you my Pretty One? Did our God cause you to shine?
Making all the Universe Painted pictures in His Mind! Orb of Mystery! Orb of Joy! Orb that awed our anciant Man Orb that yurned the dark country Into a shing silver land.
Orb that awed our ancient Man!
Orb that turns the dark country
Into a shining, silver land!