Chandeen - Impressions, La Fruite De La Lune lyrics

To outer senses there is peace A dreamy peace on either hand Deep silence in the shadowy land Deep silence where the shadows cease Save for a cry that echoes shrill From some lone bird disconsolate A corncrake calling to its mate The answer from the misty hill And suddenly the moon withdraws Her cickle from the lightening skies And to her sombre cavern flies Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze