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.
Mandy Patinkin en 1987 et aujourd’hui