The moon is beaming o\u27er the lake, Come sail in our light canoe;Sweet sounds of music we\u27ll awake,As we glide o\u27er the waters blue,The moon is beaming o\u27er the lake,Come sail in our light canoe;Sweet sounds of music we\u27ll awake,As we glide o\u27er the waters blue.In our light canoe,Over the rippling silver tide,While free from care,As away we merrily glide.
The vesper bell is pealing,From yonder lonely tow\u27r,its tones now gently stealing, Proclaim the vesper hour,The vesper bell is pealing, From yonder lonely tow\u27rIts tunes now gently stealing, Proclaim the vesper hour.Sweet sounds arise,Like one of earth\u27s sweetest melodies,Now sad, now gay,To the tranquil skies,Like one of earth\u27s sweetest melodies
