As I look to the sky at daybreak,
And hear the birds' sweet song,
I feel that something's missing,
Like they just don't belong.
When I walk in the daylight hours,
Under the sun so bright,
I have a funny feeling,
Like something isn't right.
When the sun goes to sleep,
I'm filled with joy it seems,
For I'm walking in the place I love,
In the blue moonbeams.
