The moon is like a boat, my love
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Of lemon peel afloat, my love
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And with a sail of gauze, my love
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She seems to slightly pause
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Upon her silent way, all on her silent way.
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I see her pearly decks, my love
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Set in with twinkling specks, my love
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I see her pearly mast, my love
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Far from her seashell past
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And gently does she sway, all on her starry way.
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Of silk they have been spun, my love
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Her ropes that limply run, my love
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Down to her carved prow, my love
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Down to her mermaid prow
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And softly does she sway, all on her starry way.
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All in the Sea of Sky, my love
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The moonships sail and fly, my love
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Though many are their kind, my love
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Though all need but one wind
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To make their starry way, to make their starry way.
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And there will come a time, my love
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O may it be in mine, my love
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When men will proudly rise, my love
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And board to sail the skies
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Moonships from all the spheres, moonships from all the spheres.
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The men he bathed in light, my love
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The women clothed in white, my love
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All in that woundrous fleet, my love
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As each the other meets
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Will smile and softly sing, will smile and softly sing.
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And on some distant sand, my love
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The ships will gently land, my love
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Fair folk will meet them there, my love
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With golden flowing hair
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And great will be their joy, and great will be their joy.
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The moon is like a boat, my love
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Of lemon peel afloat, my love
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And with a sail of gauze, my love
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She seems to slightly pause.
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The Voyage Of The Moon
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| Donovan Leitch |
