| Lyrics: | Out of my love that eventide, monstrous clouds even pine
Footsteps echo by my side, the spirit
takes a sign
Twilight skies are all alight across the deep lagoon,
A face is breaking
through the night, my Indian maid Pale Moon.
Speak through thy love forsaken, thy spirit mantle
grow.
Ere thou the great white dawn awaken and through the sea thou swingest low,
Then to
the west, I'll follow across the deep lagoon,
Swift as a flying arrow, to thy abode, Pale Moon. |
