Текст песни Priscilla Ahn - The Moon

There's a little light on at the end of Oak Street
Where someone saw the moon and knew that she couldn't sleep,
Because every night
The moon is out,
She cries.

And in her lonely months of sleeping,
She can hardly keep from weeping
Her song.

It's a sad, sad song;
It's a mad, mad song
About love
And hope
And pretty things
That sing to her at night.