| Seasons they are turning and my sad heart is yearning |
| I hear again the songbird weep below his tone |
| Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
| The dusky light the day is losing |
| Orchards, poppies, black eyed Susan |
| The earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone |
| Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
| The air is thick and heavy all along the levee |
| Where the geese into the countryside have flown |
| Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
| Well, I’m preaching peace and harmony |
| The blessings of tranquility |
| Yet I know when the time is right to strike |
| I take you 'cross the river, dear |
| You no need to linger here |
| I know the kinds of things you like |
| The clouds are turning crimson, the leaves fall from the limbs and |
| The branches cast their shadows over stone |
| Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
| The boulevards of cypress trees, the masquerade of birds and bees |
| The petals blinking white, the wind has blown |
| Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
| The trailing moss in mystico, the purple blossom soft as snow |
| My tears keep flowing to the sea |
| Doctor, lawyer, indian chief, it takes a thief to catch a thief |
| For whom does the bell toll for, love? |
| It tolls for you and me Old pulses running through my palm, the sharp hills are rising from |
| Yellow fields with twisted oaks that grow |
| Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone |