And see that ol’ Blueberry Moon!
In the blanket of sky, as the leaves rustle, dry,
While the paws and the hooves in the wood
Tap a soft summer song that will echo year long,
And the scent of night air is so good:
There’s a glow in the east that will beacon the beasts
As they play out that ol’ woodland tune,
And the farms and the streams are caught up in the dreams
Of that ragged ol’ Blueberry Moon.
“Neath its shimmery light, so unnaturally bright,
Many lives have played out destinies.
Many joys, many tears have marked the long years,
As its glow fell on fields and on seas;
Fell on silvery trout, lit up little pig snout,
Lent a gleam to what e’er it festooned:
Yet, as if we could choose, never once did we lose
That beautiful Blueberry Moon.
O, its magic light glows on the deep winter snows,
On the harvest as well as the spring.
It illumines so nicely dominions all icy,
And lights up the crickets who sing.
Though my childhood is past, and today will not last,
There remains in my heart this dear bloom:
For its pleasure I long and the darling ol’ throng,
Who would greet that ol’ Blueberry Moon.
In the land of Mount Thom, still those beams linger on,
To gild every life, every leaf.
In that halo of gold, no one ever grows old,
As its power expands our belief.
It will make of our sense understanding intense,
In the Kingdom of moose, mink and loon:
And we see in each other our Fathers and Mothers,
Beneath that ol’ Blueberry Moon.