As the embroidery of blazing
Little stars fades with the dawn
The silent damsel plunges
Behind the curtain of the mountains

Where are you now, my little moon
Hidden from everyone?
I will find you
Huddled up somewhere, somehow...

As the day tries to light a pale
And by now, cold, aged time
A tired sun still searches
For a lost friend known seasons ago

Year after year
As silent centuries have gone, have gone
Hush... I turn around
And you're still there... with me