Birds sing songs that
Wake the dreamers
From their sorrowful soirée
Cryin', bye bye, sweet fried chicken
And the platter
Glides away

In the moonlight
In the moonlight
We don't hear, but
Water running
Down the stream of
All the people
There is no one
Ever coming

I lay on my side
I lay on my side
You was laying right beside me
And the stars
They was coming
And blinking
Tenderly

Little lightning bugs
Time and time again
Dot and dashing
All around us
And a shooting
Star come flashing
Never making
Not a bit of fuss
Sometimes we woke and saw
That the moon had gone
From the left side, to the right side
And the columns of mist was rising
Looked like friends of mine
Who have died

In the moonlight
In the moonlight
We don't hear, but
Water running
Down the stream of
All the people
There is no one
Ever coming