The Ancient

On a soft and velvet night, when the moon is hushed and full,

And the trees are whispering softly

To the wind's queer lullaby,

You can hear the forest laughing

speaking

whispering

And the animals rejoice

On a soft and velvet night, when the moon is hushed and full.

When the moon is full and silver,

Like a coin on sable sheets,

You can find the faeries dancing

twirling

spinning

Tales of the ancient ways;

Of a soft and velvet night, of the moon, so hushed and full.

When the moon is full and rising,

You can hear the dragon's song,

Hear the song they trumpet loudly

clearly

strongly

As they fly among the stars

In the soft and velvet night with its moon so hushed and full.

When the moon, the coin, is falling

And the sun begins to rise,

Like a girl's gold pendant, shining

glinting

gleaming

Ancient creatures hide in waiting

For the soft and velvet night when the moon is hushed and full

When the moon is hushed and full…