Slowly, slowly, the moon came out,
Not a sound, moving about,
Giving a shiny bright light.

Quickly, quickly, the stars around,
There are many in the sky to be found,
Shining with all their might.

Just like a ghost, silent and slow,
The clouds sail about, when the wind does blow,
Roaming in the dark, dark night.

Lovely to see, very nice as can be,
And beautiful, it seems to me,
Oh, what a wonderful sight!