Moon of the night, br I wish you could sing br You're indispensable to my being, br You guide me through this land, br of sparrows and nightingales, br over the bottle-green grass, br rain or shine or snow; br You're there every night br and the wrens sing to you, br contemplating you br and pondering on their thirst; br and in your eyes they see, br a lovely face, br for you have a face, br like all moons, br sometimes different br but you have one face br A face that illuminates.