A silver crown of jewels, bright, does lift
Amid the stars, like dew gleaming in morn
The somnolent breeze silently does drift
Caressing flowers that the fields adorn
All is asleep, kissing the mellow sea
The white moonbeams, that like lithe serpents glide
Cross the blue, I sit with you on the lea
Looking up at the stars that spatter night
The gentle moon keeps rising, smiling kind
A father watching the world before dawn
The hours perfect to leave woes behind
And to relax with love betwixt us, lone
    The trees stand tall, behind them the balloon
    Of silver blossoming, tis the calm moon