Shadow of a palm tree, moon is gleaming,

[Verse 1]
Shadow of a palm tree, moon is gleaming,
And a harp's sweet tune will charm the heart so deep.
Sound ascends, it trembles, breaks from out the strings,
And the pain does weep.

[Chorus]
Play, my harp, play all your songs,
How vast the dark, how still the night around.
Your melodies will make my grief be gone.
Play on, play on! How sweet the dream within your sound.
Play on, play on! Let the moon hear my secret, high above the ground.

[Verse 2]
Why with fire of your lips did you ensnare me?
You took my heart, then left me lonely – loving, hurting, bare.
Now the harp is silent, moon has hidden,
Yet in stillness, echoes of the tune still fill the air.
Why and why – God knows – why make a world so cruel and unfair?

[Chorus]
Play, my harp, play all your songs,
How vast the dark, how still the night around.
Your melodies will make my grief be gone.
Play on, play on! How sweet the dream within your sound.
Play on, play on! Let the moon hear my secret, high above the ground.

[Verse 3]
Harp of magic, play your songs once more,
The hush and dark around are frightening, I implore.
Your melodies will make me forget my sorrow sore.

[Chorus]
Play, my harp, play all your songs,
How vast the dark, how still the night around.
Your melodies will make my grief be gone.
Play on, play on! How sweet the dream within your sound.
Play on, play on! Let the moon hear my secret, high above the ground.