When the daylight ends and the moon ascends
I would rather be just the moon and me
When I feel her pull, then my heart is full
And the night is softly, sweetly calling:
“Fester, look and see.”
It’s a dream that’s coming true
When the moon says “I love you”
Though I’m told it’s wrong
When I sing my song
She accepts, she attends
She believes, she befriends
It’s a dream that’s coming true
When the moon says “I love you”

-Blessings!