The moon is like a boat, my love,

Of lemon peel afloat, my love,

And with a sail of gauze, my love,

And seems to slightlty pause

Upon her silent way,

All on her silent way.



I see her pearly decks, my love,

Set in with twinkling specks, my love,

I see her pearly mast, my love

Far from her seashell past

And gently does she sway

All on her starry way.



Of silk they have been spun, my love,

Her ropes that limply run, my love

Down to the carved prow, my love,

Down to her mermaid prow

And softly does she sway

All on her starry way.



All in ther Sea of Sky, my love,

The moonships sail and fly, my love,

Though many are their kind, my love,

Though all need but one wind

To make their starry way,

To make their starry way.



And there will come a time, my love,

O may it be in mine, my love,

When men will proudly rise, my love,

And board to sail the skies

Moonships from all the spheres

Moonships from all the spheres.



The men be bathed in light, my love,

The women clothed in white, my love,

All in that woundrous fleet, my love,

As each the other meets

Will smile and softly sing,

Will smile and softly .



And on some distant sand, my love,

The ships will genlty land, my love.

Fair folk will meet them there, my love,

With golden flowing hair

And great will be their joy,

And great will be their joy.



The moon is like a boat, my love,

Of lemon peel afloat, my love,

And with a sail of gauze, my love,

And seems to slightlty pause

Upon her silent way.

All on her silent way