All I ask is the moon on a stick,
It is my one desire.
To have it’s yellow glow in my hands.
To admire it for it’s imperfections.

No one seems to be able to give me the moon,
Is it really that much to ask?
It’s just one little circle in the sky,
I only want it for a little while.
And would anyone really miss it?

All I ask for is the moon on a stick,
So I can give it to you.

The age of man has dawned,
Like a red sunrise we flourished,
The light of our world.

By the skin of our teeth we clawed our way out of the mud.
And into the future.
Great generals lead us to war,
Great scientists into the future.
We endured for centuries,

Year by year, decade by decade,
We lived and learnt.

Until eventually
Like sunset we faded gently into the night,
The end of an age

The kindness of strangers,
An unimaginable force,
Stopped by nothing,
It is the kindness that we need not ask for,

The door held open,
The friendly hello.
We rely on people we have never met.

And they answer our silent cries for help.