It was half past mid-night;

I went out with the moon glowing.

Carefully keeping out of sight,

Walking, walking, going, going.

Not a touch of daylight;

I went out with the stars showing.

The clouds where streaked across a sky of ebony.

The rain drizzled down, down, down

As I walked unidentified, unknown, unsteadily.

I traipsed on the wet grass without a sound.

Not a touch of daylight;

I went out with the stars showing.

I then waited for daylight,

As the wind went blowing, blowing.

I stood there, waiting for the first light,

Watching the early flowers and their growing.

Not a touch of daylight;

I went out with the stars showing.

I went out with the stars showing.