The shadows have deepened. Twilight is gone.
Sad little moonbeam, where are you hiding?
The wide world is sleeping and shall slumber long.
Lost little moonbeam, where are you biding?

Silvery moonbeam, sweet errant moonbeam,
Hear my plaintive song.

From out of your sad house, now steal away,
Naughty white moonbeam, creep through my window.
Upon my dark eyelids, break like the day.
Bright happy moonbeam, dance round my pillow!

Soft gleaming moonbeam, dear dreaming moonbeam,
You've tarried afar far too long.

George Chadderdon © 2005