Young in warm weather, I am

The sea loves it when I laugh

She sends her waves my way

She sends her arms my way


Progressed moon

Growing in warm weather, I am

Under these promising luminaries 

The sky loves it when I sing, and dance 

She sends all her jewels to invigorate me


One day, after he’s found his jingle

Adventures merely into his existence 

The progressed moon will shine, upon

The one’s who’ve waited for the dawn