Everybody's talking up a storm

Act like they don't notice it

But here it is and here it comes . . .

Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

Impulse always quickens when it's full

As it turns my head around me

Yes it does and here it comes

Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

God's gift I see that's moving up there into the night . . .

Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:

Looks like a little brother to the sun

Or mother to the stars at night

And here it is and here it comes

Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

Breath is always taken when it's new

Enhance upon the clouds around it

Yes it is and here it comes