The waves are crashing on the shore, the moonchild brightly gleams. Milk white gown that we all adore, while sailing through the dreams. |1|

As I stand before my maker, like moses on the hill, the rays come crashing down my eye, the sunchild brightly gleams. |2|

Best reciters, the wise men sing, "pure may our minds be so" The two meet during dawn and sing a celestial melody.|3|