Blue moon, up on high

Aloft amidst a midnight sky

So high up, I wonder why:

Can you hear me when I cry?

Fairest Lady Luna, I weep when you vanish - gone behind the clouds

waiting ever silently; a widow behind a shroud.

Oh, Moon Maiden, clad in white.

Who shines so brilliantly, if only at night.

Carried, buoyant, among the stars.

Do you feel my broken heart?

Oh, Jade Rabbit, if you please?

Spare a twinkling star for me?

So when it's dark and dreary at night, it'll gleam for me a light so bright.

When I'm lost and down on my luck - a pinch of good fortune it will bestow.

And bathe me, warmly, in its glow.