• The starry night lends its light
    To show the path among the trees
    As the Nightengale sings her secret song--
    Aloft, in the willow trees

    Silvery splendor radiates from her face,
    This child of the night.
    As moon beams collect in her wild hair--
    All to thir great delight

    Thankful, she is for the moon's pale glow
    As it illuminates the pond in the willows.
    Casting faint shadows of which she calls friends--
    Who vow to stay with her till the bitter end

    The night wind wisks her hair playfully around her face.
    Making the moonbeams envious,
    Bringing the girl to sweet giggles of glee.

    Dances, she does till the dawn's first light
    For after that she scatters
    For she is the daughter of the moon and stars
    And will not see the daylight ever.