You can dream me in blue moonlight
Venerated by harp and lute
As the stars crossover sky by night
Will you chant me with loves sweet flute?
Will you verse pure what muse held mute?
Calling gale's voice soft in twilight
Venerated by harp and lute
You can dream me in blue moonlight
Is there kinder touch or such sight?
Then strings of ardor weaved in jute
Their golden glow throughout midnight
Their golden glow throughout midnight
You can dream me in blue moonlight
