The moon is high and glowing bright
This cold and quiet autumn night,
It calls to me as it does rise,
And brings to mind those green green eyes!
Somewhere beneath this same dark sky
Sweet Billy in his bed doth lie,
And I would send kind thoughts to him,
That joyful times will never dim.
Lie in peace and dream sweet dreams,
In quiet hush of starlit streams,
And when you wake from gentle night,
May joy be yours with morning light.
- A gentle swoon and a sigh for the marvelous Billy Boyd!