Impressions - La Fruite De La Lune Songtext / Lyric

to outer senses there is peace

a dreamy peace on either hand

deep silence in the shadowy land

deep silence where the shadows cease






save for a cry that echoes shrill

from some lone bird disconsolate

a corncrake calling to its mate

the answer from the misty hill

and suddenly the moon withdraws

her cickle from the lightening skies

and to her sombre cavern flies

wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze