A pale crescent moon hung low in the sky; though the lake fairly glittered with light
Her eyes shone bright as leaves skittered by with the wind on a cold dark night

An owl swept by on its endless quest and her breath blew frost in the cold
As she waited for something to give her rest from a story that’s never been told

And he sat alone in a quiet cell, while he thought of what to do
With a looking glass and an old sea shell, to make his dreams come true

Morning came softly as the moon sinks from sight    and the shadows hide from the light
He crossed the field over, and found her there with shadows of moonlight dancing through her hair

For he sat alone in a quiet cell, while he thought of what to do
With a looking glass and an old sea shell, to make his dreams come true
With a looking glass and an old sea shell, to make his dreams come true