Cold and bright and silver-white
Hanging in the sky
Shedding light on all the night
And all that wanders by

Watch her rise through blackened skies
As if on shadowed wings
Hear her sighs and sweet goodbyes
To all the nighttime things

Now wakes the sun, bright, golden one
To take the nighttime down
Shadows shun, bake earth to dun
And rule with blazing crown

In town and croft, the listener oft
Will hear both sun and moon
Whisper soft from high aloft
“You’ll see my sister soon.”