Priscilla Ahn - The moon

^CThere's a little light on at the end of ^EmOak Street ^CWhere someone saw the moon and knew that she c^Emouldn't sleep, Because e^Fvery night The m^Fmoon is out, She cr^Cie^Gs.^C And i^Cn her restless nights of sleeping, ^FShe can hardly keep from weeping Her s^Con^Gg.^C It's a s^Fad, s^Gad s^Cong; It's a ^Emmad, ^Gmad s^Cong ^GAbout love ^GAnd hope ^G7And pretty things that sing to her at n^Cight. ^{F G C}