Listen to the starlight that is singing
In its soft melody
Far above your window, the sky is weeping
Saying: “Come back to me”
For the sun has lost the moon,
And time the end of thought,
What is will come soon,
And what is not, is not.
Few now remember what there once was,
And there is only one I know of
It sings in the softness of the night
The soft melody of
A young star’s shining light.
We elves are gone,
Our memory fades with the stars