Mooning

Mooning

Have you seen the moon shining the last night or two,

As big as a pie and as beautiful, too?

Oh, say, did it bring a remembrance to you?

Oh, the days of our boyhood forever!

Oh, the moon through the willows! the moon on the sea!

Oh, the lilt in your heart and the love-song of glee

In your soul! and the shadows beneath the tall tree!

Oh, the days of our boyhood forever!

Oh the big harvest moon, and the deep purple sky,

And the hand in your hand, and the soft little sigh,

And the words that you whispered, and, oh, the reply!

Oh, the days of our boyhood forever.

Oh, the days of our boyhood! the light on the sea!

The path ‘neath the trees, and the dew-begemmed lea!

And the mocking-bird somewhere as glad as can be!

Oh, the days of our boyhood forever.

Oh, the moon-lighted nights, and the glory-rimmed brow

Of the hill! Glory be! Don’t your heart recall how—

But that’s telling—Oh, couldn’t you snuggle her now!

Oh, the days of our boyhood forever!