The silent moon, a silver disc,
Doth climb the heavens, pale and grand,
And casts its glow, with gentle risk,
Across the slumbering, darkened land.
Doth climb the heavens, pale and grand,
And casts its glow, with gentle risk,
Across the slumbering, darkened land.
It watches over all below,
A beauteous orb, serene and bright,
And bathes the world in spectral glow,
Throughout the long and quiet night.
A beauteous orb, serene and bright,
And bathes the world in spectral glow,
Throughout the long and quiet night.