Pale Moon - Original - Frank Sinatra

Out of my love that eventide, monstrous clouds even pine

Footsteps echo by my side, the spirit takes a sign

Twilight skies are all alight across the deep lagoon,

A face is breaking through the night, my Indian maid Pale Moon.

Speak through thy love forsaken, thy spirit mantle grow.

Ere thou the great white dawn awaken and through the sea thou swingest low,

Then to the west, I’ll follow across the deep lagoon,

Swift as a flying arrow, to thy abode, Pale Moon.