Swirling twirling moon
And my face on you
Round and round and round
Your face you have shown.
Up on the hills
Down in the meadows
Beneath the leaves
And around the village
You give your light
Wherever you are visible
Swirling twirling moon.
At the back of dark, mighty clouds
You make yourself hide
But when they go
We catch you smiling
Swirling twirling moon.
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