Moonbeam
Nilsson Lyrics

Have you ever watched a moonbeam
Have you ever observed a beam of moonlight

As it slid across your windowpane
As it moved slowly over the glass of your window

Or struggled with a bit of rain
Or fought against a small rainfall

Or danced about the weather vane
Or moved in a lively way around the rooftop instrument that measures wind direction

Or sat along a moving train
Or rested while sitting on a train that was in motion

And wondered where the train has been
While contemplating the path that the train had traveled

Or on a fence with bits of crap
Or standing on a fence covered in small, unimportant debris

Around its bottom
At the lower area of the fence

Blown there by a wind beam
Moved there by a gust of wind

Who searches for the moonbeam
Which seeks the presence of the moon's reflected light

Who was last seen
Which was recently observed in the area

Looking at the tracks
Examining the impressions left by

Of the careless wind beam
The heedless gust of wind

Or moving to the clacks
Or responding rhythmically to the sounds created by

Of the tireless freight train
The relentless, heavy train carrying goods

And lighting up the sides
Reflecting on the surfaces

Of the weather vane
Of the directional instrument on the roof

And the bits of rain
And the droplets of rainfall

And the windowpane
And the surface of the window

And the eyes of those
And the vision of individuals

Who think they saw what happened...
Who believe they witnessed the event...

Have you ever watched a moonbeam
Have you ever observed a beam of moonlight

As it slid across your windowpane
As it moved slowly over the glass of your window

Or struggled with a bit of rain
Or fought against a small rainfall

Or danced about the weather vane
Or moved in a lively way around the rooftop instrument that measures wind direction

Or sat along a moving train
Or rested while sitting on a train that was in motion

And wonder where the train has been?
And contemplate the path that the train had traveled?

Looking at the tracks
Examining the impressions left by

Of the careless wind beam
The heedless gust of wind

Or moving to the clacks
Or responding rhythmically to the sounds created by

Of the tireless freight train
The relentless, heavy train carrying goods

And lighting up the sides
Reflecting on the surfaces

Of the weather vane
Of the directional instrument on the roof

And the bits of rain
And the droplets of rainfall

And the windowpane
And the surface of the window

And the eyes of those
And the vision of individuals

Who think they saw what happened...
Who believe they witnessed the event...