Pink and purple all around,
Now the sun is coming down.
The stars come up, shining bright,
The moon is yet to come in sight.
Constellations in the sky, high above the midnight sky.
The moon come us, shining bright,
How I adore its shining light.
The night fresh air all around,
Though I cannot make a sound.
Standing in awe,
I wait to see, the Beloved Star,
The disciples had seen.