Sun comes up and sun goes down, The moon hangs on a branch's crown. The barefoot child from far-off lands, Bri…
Sun comes up and sun goes down,
The moon hangs on a branch's crown.
The barefoot child from far-off lands,
Brings green, green grapes into my hands.
We build a frame for vines to grow,
Then bury them in earth below.
The dark clouds eat the stars so bright,
The coldest wind is wine tonight.
Oh, moonlight, moonlight, tell me true,
Is life always a sweet, soft dew?
The little one, no word they say,
Asleep beneath the lunar ray.
Oh, moonlight, moonlight, tell me please,
Is fate always a gentle breeze?
The weeping one just waves their hand,
Their ruby eyes light up the land.
The moon...
It falls.
Sun comes up and sun goes down,
The moon hangs on a branch's crown.
Red is the feast, black is the stream,
Drunk are the guests within a dream.
The hills of home rock to and fro,
Sleep now, sleep, and let it go.
The hills of home in moonbeams steep,
Sleep now, sleep, the night is deep.