The Man in the Moon Is Looking.
You all know what that feeling is, when, at some quiet spot,
All around you may be ice, but the love is burning hot.
Of course, her hand so tight you squeeze, as you both gaze afar;
Yes, while the moon is laughing at you, knowing what fools you are.
Spoken-When you're in love-and sitting upon some romantic cliff-by the
light of the moon you gaze in the girl's face-and Imagine how much powder
And rouge she has been putting on-and she's thinking at the same time what
expressive eyes-how his nose turns up-and I think I should love him a little
more if it was a Roman-And the moon is winking at you And seems to say-
The man in the moon is looking, love.
He's winking, love, he's blinking, love;
And each little star can tell where you are,
The man in the moon is looking.
The other night, on Dover Cliffs, a girl sat there with me;
The moon above kept peeping out, with look of naughty glee.
I whispered tales of love and said, "Don't be a timid, miss;
But while the moon's behind a cloud, just one sweet little kiss."
Spoken-Not now-don't you see the man?- what man?-why, the man in
the moon, he's laughing at us-but Just one, dear-no, no-Chorus.
As we sat gazing at the moon, like spooney lovers do,
My arm, of course, was 'round her waist, nigh squeezing her in two,
I heard the moon say to the stars, "That pair I'll go and wed."
And as the moon came from above I rolled clean out of bed.
Spoken- It was a dream-I was not on Dover Cliffs, sitting with a girl by
moonlight-I was in bed at Brixton with a rushlight shining upon me-And
dreaming it was the moon-and my darling Matilda saying:- Chorus.