It is just 8 o’clock a night away
And it is a clock time to play
the moon just lands in happily
Far from yonder cloudy sky
singing sweet melody in the murky way,
Like a caged bird flying in the sky

Just as a caged bird singing a night melody
Healthy, happy and mighty
Performing arts on the feet too tiny
from the outskirts of the cloudy sky
Floating down the orange moon ray
Just to Pierce the ear hall way

And so melodious to the auditory
From their cages so jelly,
The little pigeon rivets keenly
And taking heed in their spring bed day,
The slumbered children are happy
Though sleepy to hear the melody

It is just 8 o’clock a night away
And a joyful time to play
In the cloud’s murky way
With a tip-top too tiny,
Just to foot the middle way
And quaver the same way

The moon just lands to play
Far from yonder cloudy sky
Quavering a night melody in the murky
Like a caged bird flying in the sky
floating down the orange moon ray
I perhaps must warble a night melody to fly the same way.