| The moon is slowly rising | 
| It’s really not surprising | 
| After all, she’s there most every night | 
| Smiling on the lovers | 
| Always shining on the others | 
| And bathing in the sun’s reflected light | 
| But later on she’s fade away | 
| Hidden by the break of day | 
| That always comes too soon | 
| Poor little thing | 
| She’s just a jealous moon | 
| She plays above the water | 
| Watching sailors, tramps and daughters | 
| Live their lives and slowly fade away | 
| Night afternight, year after year | 
| Once she knows she’ll disappear | 
| Into a world she never gets to stay | 
| But she would give most anything | 
| To open up her heart and sing | 
| But no one hears her tune | 
| Poor little thing | 
| She’s just a jealous moon | 
| No one ask her how she got so high | 
| Way up there forever in the lonely sky | 
| She watches through the seasons | 
| Hoping without reason | 
| That someday someone will call her home | 
| But life goes on without her | 
| No one ever ask about her | 
| Or lets her know that she’s not alone | 
| It breaks her heart that down below | 
| Rivers run, flowers grow | 
| But she can’t feel them bloom | 
| Poor little thing | 
| She’s just a jealous moon | 
| The nights are getting colder | 
| Stars are growing bolder | 
| As they paint their final light across the sky | 
| But closer to the atmosphere | 
| She prays for clouds to disappear | 
| So she could say goodnight and say goodbye | 
| She never really goes away | 
| Just hidden by another day | 
| That always comes too soon | 
| Poor little thing | 
| She’s just a jealous moon | 
| Poor little thing | 
| She’s just a jealous moon |