1)
There is a true story.
Mystical and hoary
Gipsy girl's so helpless
Made a wish so reckless
Asked the Moon to be fair
She laid bare her plan:
Anything for her man;
And the Moon heard her prayer.
I will give you his love,
You’ll be his wife,
But I want you to pay
For your new life;
Since your passion’s so wild
You will give me your child
In return for my gift.
Only child and no less
After Moon went speechless
Left the girl all adrift.
Chorus:
Moon you want to be mother,
But you can’t love a man; you will not find a man!
You are not like the others,
Why do you need a child, you are not a woman?
Ah, ha, ha, ha/ Ah, ha, ha, ha
Baby of the Silver Moon
2)
Of the man of brown skin
Was born a son,
White like fur of ermine
The only one,
White baby with grey eyes
For Gypsies to despise
For his father to hate.
Woman was beseeching
That there was no cheating
But it was far too late!
Chorus:
Moon you want to be mother,
But you can’t love a man; you will not find a man!
You are not like the others,
Why do you need a child, you are not a woman?
Ah, ha, ha, ha/ Ah, ha, ha, ha
Baby of the Silver Moon
3)
Gipsy man felt disgraced by his own wife
Furious he ran home holding his knife!
How could you betray me?
Now you must repay me,
And he stabbed her to death.
Then he took the infant,
Climbed up rocky mountain
Laid him there and left.
Chorus:
Moon you want to be mother,
But you can’t love a man; you will not find a man!
You are not like the others,
Why do you need a child, you are not a woman?
Ah, ha, ha, ha/ Ah, ha, ha, ha
Baby of the Silver Moon
4)
When the moon is full and it’s shining bright
It’s because her baby is now all right
When the baby’s crying
Moon is pacifying
Him; She’s a cradle for child.