My Dear Little Maid in the Moon.
Copyright, 1894, by The S. Brainard's Sons Co.
Words and Music by Anita Owen.
Maid in the moon so high, tell me, do you know
How much admired you are ev'rywhere you go.
You have a lovely face, all men say so-
Will you my sweetheart be? may I be your beaut
For I love you, sweet maid in the moon,
My dear little maid in the moon.
Perhaps some fine day I'll be flying away,
With fullest intention of going to stay;
As soon as they get a balloon
To travel as far as the moon,
I'll pack up my grip and I'll take a short trip
To visit my maid in the moon.
Still there's a man up there, how I hate that thought,
But if thou lovest me that will count for naught;
If he his face would turn some other way.
Then I might throw a kiss to my maid and say:
Oh, I love you, sweet maid in the moon,
My dear little maid in the moon.- Refrain.
How sweet and shy you look in the moon's bright light,
Don't hide behind that cloud, don't stay out of Bight;
But since you heed me not. oh, promise me,
I may to-morrow night feast my eyes on thee.
Oh, good night, little maid in the moon.
My dear little maid in the moon.-Refrain.