Once upon a time
when I was a child of three  
looking at the stars
and whispering to the moon,  
I sang me a song of love;  
then the years went by
and I lost my girlish ways
forgetting the view
I saw, life became unclear
as dry bones began to ache.
Returning to love  
I recalled the moon and stars  
and the girl who sang;
When I was a child of nine,  
yes, the world was truly mine
The whispering moon
was a big fat red balloon
that made my heart sing;
Though I always sang in tune,
life was over, way too soon.