Oh, the silv'ry light of a pale Eastern moon,
And the beautiful stretch of a restful lagoon,
Where the air is so sweet with the scent of the flow'rs.
And the dear tender dreams of the lingering hours,
Thro the dusk of the night we will list as we float
Thro the magical blent [sic] and the quivering note
Of a nightingale's call in a cool hidden grove
As he sings to his mate trilling notes of his love.
CHORUS:
Persian Moon, you will fade away too soon,
By your light above we laugh and we love,
The while the waters croon,
Oh, won't you shine on moon
While our hearts beat right in tune,
And tho' youth must die as the years roll by,
Shine on, Persian Moon.
Who can tell of the spell of a pale Eastern moon,
With the stars twinkling high and the hours drifting by,
While the bright jewel'd night breathes a song of delight,
Oh it seems that such dreaming can never depart,
And how sweet is the beat of the oars as they play,
Past the sentinel palm on the shores of the bay,
Sweetheart could we but sail to the heart of the moon,
You and I, by and by, just to live, love and croon.