I see the moon, the moon sees me
shining through the branches of the old oak tree
Oh, let the light that shines on me
shine on the one I love.

Over the mountains, over the sea,
back where my heart is longing to be
Oh, let the light that shines on me
shine on the one I love.

I hear the lark, the lark hears me
singing from the branches of the old oak tree
Oh, let the lark that sings to me
sing to the one I love.

Over the mountains, over the sea
back where my heart is longing to be
Oh, let the lark that sings to me
sing to the one I love.