There is a way the moon looks into the timber at night
And tells the walnut trees secrets of silver sand -
There is a way the moon makes a lattice work
Under the leaves of the hazel bushes -
There is a way the moon understands the hoot owl
Sitting on an arm of a sugar maple throwing its
One long lonesome cry up the ladders of the moon -
There is a way the moon finds company early in the fall time.