Moon is rising big and yellow
Everything transfigured
In your room and on your pillow
Silence made of gold

Moon is hanging cold and bright
Shadows fall like lace
Your bed is silverlined tonight
You’re travelling in space

Wayward head is resting now
You’re sleeping, undisturbed
No confusion on your brow
You’re blessed and unaware that

You’ve got far to go
Before the break of day
Before you leave my shore
I want to sing you
One more Lullaby

Moon and I, domesticized
Are watching over you
Counting hours ‘still the time
When I no longer hold you

Days will fly like red balloons
And days will come with sorrow
And sometimes, when you see the moon
You’ll hear this little song

Cause you’ve got far to go
Before the break of day
Before you leave my shore
I want to sing you
One more Lullaby