Once upon a time I heard br That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird; br Thus she sails through windy skies, br Thus in the willow's arms she lies; br Turn to the East or turn to the West br In many trees she makes her nest. br When she's but a pearly thread br Look among birch leaves overhead; br When she dies in yellow smoke br Look in a thunder-smitten oak; br But in May when the moon is full, br Bright as water and white as wool, br Look for her where she loves to be, br Asleep in a high magnolia tree.