Move eastward, happy earth, and leave
Your orange sunset waning slow;
From fringes of the faded eve
O, happy planet, eastward go;

Till over thy dark shoulder glow
Thy silver sister-world, and rise
To glass herself in dewy eyes
That watch me from the glen below
(That watch me from the glen below)

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly born
Dip forward under starry light
And move me to my marriage-morn
And round again to happy night

Dip forward under starry light
And round again to happy night
And round again, round again to happy night