When I was a little boy
It seemed to that there were many moons
My grand mother had her moon
And my other grandma had one too

Many moons – over my head
Many moons – they are spread
Many moons – in the sky
Many moons – I own one too

When we traveled to my mum
I was not surprised to discover their moon
Then one night as we returned
I saw here moone follow us home

Many moons – Her moon was our moon
Many moons – There was just one moon
Many moons – Now the sky
Many moons – seemed to be empty