There once was a flower in love with the moon,
In love with the stars in the sky,
But nature would have that it must close its bloom,
And at night in a lonely sleep lie.

There once was a flower in love with the moon
And the sweet gentle way that it shone,
But nature insisted, the blossom obeyed,
And loved from afar, all alone.

There once was a flower in love with the moon,
But flowers for sunshine are made.
They cannot survive opened only at night,
And rooted in earth they must stay.

I am the flower and you are the moon
And to you I may never get,
But I'll dream and I'll hope,
Like a six-petaled dope,
That I'll be yours before the moon sets.