The Moon Man

The Moon Man – Words Mildred Plew Meigs/ tune K.Rusby

Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon,

Over the crinkling sea.

The Moon Man flings a silvery net,

Fashioned from moonbeams three.

And some folk say the net lies long,

When the midnight hour is ripe,

The Moon Man fishes for some old song,

That fell from a sailor’s pipe.

The waves roll out, and the waves roll in,

And the nodding night wind blows,

But why the Moon Man fishes the sea,

Only the Moon Man knows.

Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon,

Over the crinkling sea.

The Moon Man flings a silvery net,

Fashioned from moonbeams three.

Some folk say when that great net gleams,

The waves are a dusky blue,

The Moon Man fishes for two little dreams,

He lost when the world was new.

The waves roll out, and the waves roll in,

And the nodding night wind blows,

But why the Moon Man fishes the sea,

Only the Moon Man knows.

Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon,

Over the crinkling sea.

The Moon Man flings a silvery net,

Fashioned from moonbeams three.

Some folk say while the salt sea foams,

And the silver net lines snare,

The Moon Man fishes for carven combs,

That float from the mermaids’ hair.

The waves roll out, and the waves roll in,

And the nodding night wind blows,

But why the Moon Man fishes the sea,

Only the Moon Man knows.

But why the Moon Man fishes the sea,

Only the Moon Man knows.