As I am sitting up in bed looking out my window at night,
I notice the moon big and bright.
Such a beautiful treasure,
Just looking at it is my delightful pleasure.

A cloud passes and hides the moon a little while from sight,
When the cloud has passed it again shows it's light.
I hear the crickets loud clear music from somewhere,
There the moon still hangs in the air.

The moon casts it's shadows on the ground making it look like snow,
Is it beautiful? Yes, I know.
The stars twinkling in the sky,
Like winking soldiers way up high.

Night is one of my favorite times,
When everybody's asleep and 4:00 the clock chimes.
Night is when the roses bloom,
And when the moon's bright shadows cast into the room.

Night is the time when Katy-Dids sing,
The only time when Butterflies stop flying on satin wings,
The time when diamonds sparkle on the silver ring.

When rubies sparkle in the night,
From the moon which makes everything look beautiful and bright,
The only light in the quiet and peaceful night,
Is the moon the natural night-light.

                                   ~Marian~