In green fields I will lie,
As summer comes on soon,
And the birds above me fly,
I will wait here for the moon.
My heart it sings, my heart it sings,
Of better times, of better things,
And he will be here soon,
My old friend the moon.
There's a soft breeze all around,
From far beyond the hills,
And the birds are rightly proud,
Of the peace this land instills.
My heart it sings, my heart it sings,
Of better times, of better things,
And he will be here soon,
My old friend the moon.
Oh the world from which I came,
Was as dark as it was cold,
But the light here knows my name,
It is warm and it is bold.
My heart it sings, my heart it sings,
Of better times, of better things,
And he will be here soon,
My old friend the moon.
My heart it sings, my heart it sings,
Of better times, of better things,
And he will be here soon,
My old friend the moon.