  Lady moon, lady moon, Sailing so high! Drop down to baby From out the blue sky: Babykin, babykin, Down far below, I hear thee calling, But I cannot go. But lady moon sendeth thee Soft, shining rays; Moon loves the baby, The moonlight says. In her house dark and blue, Though she must stay, Kindly she’ll watch thee Till dawns the new day. A dark-haired young woman sits on a crescent moon F.A. Kaulbach (modern). Lady Moon. |
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