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She got her name from the Midsummer moon

She turned eighteen on this friday in June

It was that night that I paid him my due

Down by the lake where the white lilies grew

Years of starvation would come to an end

If I gave him my sweet Luna’s hand

Little did I know what evil awaits

Where the sun casts it’s gold on the waves

Luna, Luna, Luna, my love

You are lost, but your memory lives on

Luna, Luna, Luna, my child

I’m still here, but tomorrow is gone

Always unyielding she reached for her knife

Said to the fiddler she won’t be his wife

Into the water she let her blood flow

Down by the lake where now red lilies grow

Just like the passing of bright summer days

A whole life filled with sun fades away

Lay on her softly, oh sweet morning dew

She put so little weight unto you

Luna, Luna, Luna, my love ...

(Solo: Mathias/P-O)

Luna, Luna, Luna, my love ...

Luna, Luna, Luna, my love

In this lake I shall end my life too

Luna, Luna, Luna, my child

Let these waves carry me back to you