Song of the Moon
Written By: Norma Farber
Copyright © Norma Farber (1909-1984)
Used By Permission of
The Stefanidis Agency, Inc.,
Agents for the Estate of Norma Farber
Song of the moon
Going up the sky
Is soft as a feather
Of lullaby.
Wings are brooding
Still as a star
Crooning to earth
From high and far.
Birdlings rest
In their oval shell
Quiet as bronze
Of a silent bell.
Slumber, my dove.
The night is deep,
The dark's a dream
And sound asleep.
Going up the sky
Is soft as a feather
Of lullaby.
Wings are brooding
Still as a star
Crooning to earth
From high and far.
Birdlings rest
In their oval shell
Quiet as bronze
Of a silent bell.
Slumber, my dove.
The night is deep,
The dark's a dream
And sound asleep.