In the heart of the night At the edge of a wood Alone on a branch, there sits a bird With it's head turned to the side One eye fixed on the sky Quiet as a breath, the moonbird waits
Waiting for the moon to show it's soft silver glow To the bird who sits waiting in the dark below Waiting for the moon to rise For it's light to touch the skies And fill the moonbird's eyes and it's heart with delight
And so night after night The moonbird waits Sitting unaware of the cold winds that blow And when at last they meet All across the night
Can be heard the sweet sound of the moonbird's song