I never want to see the moon
As depressed as I am tonight,
For it would but add to my gloom
To be bathed in a blue moon’s light.

‘Tis better that it hides its face,
Since I could never bear to see
The only friend who can solace
Feeling lost and melancholy.

For it would remind me of the tears
That lunar rays have only known
And the confessions of my fears
I’ve given to the moon alone.

Its light to others may be pale,
But it enlightens me. It’s warm.
It’s the only friend, as well,
Who’s never done me any harm.