The night is dark the moon is high
A whispering wind is blowing by
A nightingale sings her tune
As I wish upon the moon

A shooting star falls to the Earth
A cricket chirps in merry mirth
A silence falls on everything
I hear the brush of angels wings

A song bursts forth across the sky
Such beauty comes from way up high
On bended knees we all fall down
And press our faces to the ground

We all look up in glorious awe
At the sight before us all