The Moonlight Serenade
In those days under the moonlight we sat Circling the camp fire, folding our legs like in an art of meditation Gazing with utmost anxiousness On our old mother story teller Hoping to hear her tell tales of the old illusionary animal race In those days under the moonlight we rejoice Circling the olive tree, holding our hands in togetherness Singing with joyful melody The ancient moonlight tunes Till the light dims.
