歌词
Look up there, high above us,
In a sky of blackest silk.
See how round, like a cookie.
See how white, as white as milk.
Call it the moon, my son.
Say moon.
Sounds like your spoon, my son.
Can you say it?
New word today: say moon.
Near the moon, brightly turning,
See the shining sparks of light?
Each one new, each one burning
Through the darkness of the night.
We call them stars, my son.
Say stars.
That one is Mars, my son.
Can you say it?
New word today: say stars.
As they blink all around us,
Playing starry-eyed games,
Who would think it astounds us
Simply naming their names?
Turn your eyes from the skies now.
Turn around and look at me.
There's a light in my eyes now
And a word for what you see.
We call it love, my son.
Say love.
So hard to say, my son.
It gets harder.
New words today
We'll learn to say.
Learn moon. Learn stars. Learn love.
