When the moon's out and the stars are shining bright I think to myself . . . "Oh, what a night" Stars glitter in the velvety sky So distant Far and high The moon is smiling, full and round I hear birds singing and crickets chirping Otherwise not a sound The trees dance to the tune of the breeze
It is soft and gentle but cold In my light t-shirt, I think I will freeze I hear the birds' final song A lullaby "Go to sleep now. Morning won't be long"