Last night the moon watched as I slept,
He gazed down on my bed;
He filled my room with silver light
And stroked my tousled head.
I think he really likes me ‘cause
He hangs around each night
And sings me songs that fill my dreams
With silken silver light.
I like it when I know he’s there,
It’s comforting to me
To know that he is keeping watch
While I sleep by the sea.
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