Everybody's talking up a storm
Act like they don't notice it
But here it is and here [bad word] . . . [bad word] the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

Impulse always quickens when it's full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here [bad word] Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

God's gift I see that's moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here [bad word] Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

Breath is always taken when it's new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here [bad word] Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.