When the moon blooms Like a flower in the night Petals of Heaven-born silver light Its seeds ride the wind To the souls of men So silently There is a fanfare In the changing wind For those who will listen Beginning to end And the nightingale pleads For the well-tuned ears Of every man Oh the sun shines Like a torch at sea Author of all For the eyes that see Blind eyes know it only as a mystery When the moon blooms Like a flower in the night Petals of Heaven-born silver light Its seeds ride the wind To the souls of men So silently