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.