The old tales speak of the moonshadow,

following after the farmers in full moon’s light

Don’t be fooled by the reaper disguised,

as the shadow cast by the full moon’s light

 

There’s work to do but it can wait

Leave the plough, bring the ox to the stable

Go inside, break the bread

and take your seat at the table

 

Light a fire and pull up a chair,

warm your feet and rest your head.

Keep the shadow outside, you’re safe where you are,

better inside than dead.