Among the mist and clouds,
A faint light is shown.
Across the sky, over the trees,
The Red Moon is seen all over.
It is as round as an orange,
It’s reflection is over the gurgling brook.
It is all over the green vast meadows,
It looks here and there over every crook.
Far away through the trees
I lost sight of the moon
Where did it disappear?
Might be in my dreams!