The man in the moon
Looks down from high
Upon thy silvery head
The beautiful shadows
He lets dance upon
Thy sleeping form, my dear
All's quiet and the world
Is sleeping tight
Dreaming dreams like you
But your dreams are the best
Because you are my princess
Smiling whilst dreaming
In her beauty sleep
And she lets her nighttime dreams
Transport her to a world
All her very own

*~Marian~