The Man in the Moon

The Man in the Moon

I pray to the man in the moon at night,
hoping that he will be bright.
And if the moon glows radiantly,
I hope to see him looking down on me.

I hear him singing ever night and day,
Even when he's gone away.
And when he comes up at night,
I know that everything's alright.

When the time has come and he's not there,
I will feel the dark and lonely night air.
I know that next week, back he'll come,
Then I won't be scared, and run.

And when he does come back at night,
And with this light, makes things look bright.
Again I'll pray that his wonderful gaze,
Will keep me safe for the rest of my days.