I burned my face looking at the Sun
They told me that You were the One for me.
Now I travel a lonely road

My bags are empty , I carry no load with me.

The trees are rustling with the breeze

And then it turns and kisses me.
I feel.
The Harvest Moon is coming,

And up there on The Hill is where I'll be. -----------------------

Sit on ......... The side of the hill ......

Watch the clouds across the Moon ........... Then i fall asleep .....
And dream of other things .......... Please don't wake me soon .....
I'll dream under this Moon.