Call her moonchildDancing in the shallows of a riverLovely moonchildDreaming in the shadowof the willow.Talking t
o the trees of thecobweb strangeSleeping on the steps of a fountainWaving silver wands to thenight-birds songWaiting for t
he sun on the mountain.She's a moonchildGathering the flowers in a garden.Lovely moonchildDrifting on the echoes of the ho
urs.Sailing on the windin a milk white gownDropping circle stones on a sun dialPlaying hide and seekwith the ghosts of da
wnWaiting for a smile from a sun child.