Fly in through my window I pleaded to the moon,
That floated above the clouds on that sunny afternoon.
You have come to me before on days less sunny than this,
So why deny my proposal and not bring me that bliss.
The length since your last visit has frowned upon my room,
And has darkened my days with that most uncertain gloom.
Still the faith that you will come has stayed all along,
That maybe one day soon we will sing our merry song.
