Constant,  always consistent

Fifty minutes past each night

Whether public or private

In balance of rise and set

It watches our tears

 

Oh bringer of hope

You object of song

Inspiring souls

Reflected glory

Angel of the night

 

Through waxing and waning phase

It is never quite the same

The reflections of lonesome

The wooing of random hearts

It knows of our fears

 

Oh bringer of hope

You object of song

Inspiring souls

Reflected glory

Angel of the night

 

Power to move the ocean

Gentle light to sooth the soul

Drifting in and out of clouds

Cold and heartless, warm and soft

It captures our will

 

Oh bringer of hope

You object of song

Inspiring souls

Reflected glory

Angel of the night