It circles us endlessly
Hopelessly devoted to our existence.
The closest satellite in the
Universe
And it belongs to us.
But he likes to hide--
Once a month.
He'll turn his back on us
And our sky is dull and empty.
The stars are delighting,
But nothing may replace
The exultation of his presence.

The moon is a beautiful thing in that
As long as there is light in the day
And darkness in night;
As long as there is life in the world
And eyes to see
He will always be there
To guide us through darkness
And to help keep us sane.