Night

Alone, in the woods
he talks to the moon
and the moonmaiden answers
Her silver glass voice
trickles down from the sky
and falls like rain on the earth,
on his hands and his eyelids
nobody knows
and nobody goes
to this place beyond the mists
that veil the midnights' wanderer

Run through your soul
from your echoing footsteps
Run to the woods of your heart
talk to your moonmaiden
in the place that no one knows
and nobody goes
beyond your mists
that veil the midnights' wanderer