The Enchanted Hour

The moon comes every night to peep 
Through the window where I lie, 
And I pretend to be asleep ; 
But I watch the moon as it goes by, 
And it never makes a sound. 

It stands and stares, and then it goes 
To the house that's next to me, 
Stealing on its tippy-toes, 
To peep at folk asleep maybe ; 
And it never makes a sound.