Songs for the moon

Song Cycle by John Peterson (b. 1957)

1. Alone and drinking under the moon  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,

and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon

accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are

friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

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2. Full Moon Rhyme

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3. Moonlight in the Forest

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4. Prayer to the young moon  [sung text not yet checked]

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                        Young Moon!
                        Hail, Young Moon!
                        Hail, hail,
                        Young Moon!
Young Moon! speak to me!
                        Hail, hail,
                        Young Moon!
Tell me of something.
                        Hail, hail!
                        When the sun rises,
                        Thou must speak to me,
                        That I may eat something.
Thou must speak to me about a little thing,
                        That I may eat.
                        Hail, hail,
                        Young Moon!

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W.H.I. Bleek and L.C. Lloyd, Specimens of Bushman Folklore, 1911


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