The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

The moon is at her full, and, riding high,Floods the calm fields with light.The airs that hover in the summer skyAre all asleep to-night.

Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

Reach for the moon, because if you don't make it you'll land among the stars.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.