Curled up inside of me, I feel you
Like a warm ball of light waiting for dawn
While we are here and we have this connection
This kind of affection, before you are gone
My baby moon
There is a tiny point I need to mention
And I hope that it isn't going to come as a blow
The last thing I want is to shock or upset you
I haven't even met you, but you've got to know
My baby moon

I'm no hero, I'm not wise
Not like the mothers I see
I don't know any lullabies
But I'm a singer, and I can sing to you
The sound of what you mean to me

Oh! You're moving!
Is it your way of saying that you do understand?
That something lonesome and wild in me
Has left a lot of the child in me
That, now and then, I'll need you to hold my hand

What if something should go wrong in there
And you need my help?
I have to trust you'll find a way to tell me
I'm no hero, I'm not wise
Not like the mothers I see
I don't know any lullabies
But I'm a singer, and I can sing to you
The sound of what you mean to me

Oh—
That's the only guarantee that I can offer for now
But something lonesome and wild in me
Has put a magical child in me
I think we might have a match made in heaven

I'll see you soon
My baby moon
I want to see your face!