Mary Hopkin — Voyage of the Moon

The moon is like a boat, my love Of lemon peel afloat, my love And with a sail of gauze, my love She seems to slightly pause Upon her silent way While on her starry way I see her pearly decks, my love Set in with diamond specks, my love I see her pearly mast, my love Far from her seashell past And softly does she sway While on her starry way Of silk they have been spun, my love Her ropes that limply run, my love Down to her carved prow, my love Down to her mermaid prow And gently does she sway While on her starry way She seems to linger long, my love As if spelled by a song, my love But know she tarries not, my love Her journey unforgot She makes her starry way She makes her starry way All in the sea of sky, my love The moonships sail and fly, my love And many are their kind, my love Though all need but one wind To make their starry ways To make their starry ways And there will come a time, my love Oh, may it be in mine, my love When men will proudly rise, my love And board to sail the skies Moonships from all the spheres Moonships from all the spheres The men be bathed in light, my love The women clothed in white, my love All in that wonderous fleet, my love As each the other meets Will smile and softly sing Will smile and softly sing And on some distant sand, my love The ships will gently land, my love Fair folk will meet them there, my love With flowing golden hair And great will be their joy And great will be their joy The moon is like a boat, my love Of lemon peel afloat, my love And with a sail of gauze, my love She seems to slightly pause