I keep waiting for the moon to bless my night,
The stars are few in a clouded sky,
She appears, but not to my yearnful eyes;
She lurks behind the clouds all night.
Come dawn, and it's a rush to leave.
But she does with the sweetest smile.
The heart can't take it anymore,
Can't help but fall for ever more;
Now it's another night to wait longingly for.