The Moon is Up
The
moon
is
up,
the
stars
are
bright.
the
wind
is
fresh
and
free!
We're
out
to
seek
the
gold
tonight
across
the
silver
sea!
The
world
is
growing
grey
and
old:
break
out
the
sails
again!
We're
out
to
see
a
Realm
of
Gold
beyond
the
Spanish
Main.
We're
sick
of
all
the
cringing
knees,
the
courtly
smiles
and
lies
God,
let
Thy
singing
channel
breeze
lighten
our
hearts
and
eyes!
Let
love
no
more
be
bought
and
sold
for
earthly
loss
or
gain;
We're
out
to
seek
an
Age
of
Gold
beyond
the
Spanish
Main.
Beyond
the
light
of
far
Cathay,
beyond
all
mortal
dreams,
Beyond
the
reach
of
night
and
day
Our
El
Dorado
gleams,
Revealing
-
as
the
skies
unfold
-
A
star
without
a
stain,
The
Glory
of
the
Gates
of
Gold
beyond
the
Spanish
Main.
