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
Oh, and he will be here soon
He is 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
Oh, and he will be here soon
He is 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
Oh, and he will be here soon
He is my old friend, the moon
My heart it sings, my heart it sings
Of better times, of better things
He will be here soon
He is my old friend, the moon