The new moon

Nicely middle hope next

roam before end hold

1. Dear mother, how pretty

The moon looks to-night!

She was never so pretty before;

Her two little horns

Are so sharp and so bright,

I hope she’ll not grow any more.

2. If I were up there,

With you and my friends,

I’d rock in it nicely, you’d see;

I’d sit in the middle

And hold by both ends;

Oh, what a bright cradle ‘t would be!

3. And there we would stay

In the beautiful skies,

And through the bright clouds we would roam;

We would see the sun set,

And see the sun rise,

And on the next rainbow come home.

(ELIZA LEE FOLLEN ) y1cDZQQF8U67jFLj4CRi850pVTmXFKXT/ngKIPxOY+mDVzjqwd9zJEZrwtgAEaLE