Kamaskera Glass Lantern Vigil

Softly, softly, silver moon,
Humming such a quiet tune,
Floating where the clouds drift by,
Lantern in the evening sky.

When the daylight fades to grey,
When the birds have flown away,
Then you climb above the hill,
Softly, softly, calm and still.

Little owl upon the bough
Sees your gentle glowing now,
How could she have found her way
If you hid your silver ray?

Through my window, pale and round,
Pouring light without a sound,
Watching while I close my eyes,
Till the morning starts to rise.

As you sail from dusk to dawn,
Keeping watch till night is gone,
I will sing this little tune —
Softly, softly, silver moon.