Far away is the moon Shining down in her room Found you tripping on the stars Making mobiles out of parts That you found lying on the ground, hark the birds are singing We've been lost and found
Far away is the sun Winter you will come With your lily white hands Making crafts out of plants Found you weeping in the snow, hark the bells are ringing I won't let you go
And with the trees we will sway The sky and geese We ought to stay this way
Found you weeping in the snow, hark the bells are ringing I won't let you go
