There’s a man in the moon tonight,
flying high through the sky
He speaks to me sometimes,
and tonight he shares so much with me
Through his lightness he glimmers so brightly,
I wonder who he talks with in the daytime?
Who he shares his thoughts, his song, his soul?
I wonder so very many thing and if it could ever be,
For he’s the man in the moon
And I, I am just the woman below,
in a field,